Life is really lovely right now.  I’m learning wonderful things and gaining skills and knowledge.  I’m on a routine.  A good routine is magic for me.

I haven’t written anything in a while… I’d like to start writing poetry again and finally start working on my story ideas I have stashed up.

It just feels so good to finally have a plan.

^_^

farewell-montey-glade:

theonce-lermpreg:

snapesmistress:

mochapansy:

• handcrafted fiberglass shell and bed
• temperature controlled round water bed
• phillips color kinetics LED lighting system
• anthony gallo high fidelity sound system
• ipod universal dock

I want this on my blog.

I want this in my life.

this needs to be in my room right now

GIVE ME!!!

that looks comfy

(via sleepingontheday)

Ohhh gosh.  I love this one.

(via dillonmabry)

I think this is the one… quote thing that might possibly maybe someday convince me to watch Doctor Who.  But I’m still kinda creeped out by the one episode I saw so it still might be a while.

(via dillonmabry)

xvougax:

I settled Catan. I’m the red ones.

this game is way more fun than I expected.

adayinthelifeofgeorgeclooney:

prison day 1. george clooney’s cellmate louie drops the soap. george kindly hands it back to him. it’s nice to have friends

adayinthelifeofgeorgeclooney:

“i am all the single ladies” george clooney whispers menacingly to his daughter’s boombox

Anonymous asked: who do you think is going to give you a tight hug next time they see you ?

To truly understand this question, we’d have to consider how the word ‘tight’ is being defined.  Does the asker mean: 1) very firm so as not to let go, 2) drunk, or 3) rad or cool (yo)?

Since it’s highly unlikely I’ll be in a situation with a drunk person anytime soon, I shall have to negate option 2.  

Ah the possibilities.

Who?

justintimberlakedoingthings:

Justin Timberlake declares himself the one true prophet in the middle of a local private golf course

probably one of my favorite posts from one of my favorite blogs.  

If I came across a box such as this…

Ok well since I can’t have an indoor cat I’d probably just move into the box with them.

(via distancerunner10)

(via brindisirahne)

(via dillonmabry)

yeah… all pretty rad.

(via brindisirahne)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.