So school starts tomorrow.
Where the hell did my summer go?!
I wish I would have made the most of every day. As always, I took it for granted.
Saw D9
jqsk:
I really liked it. Sharlto Copley did an very convincing job. The explosion meter tipped a bit into the danger zone toward the end, but it wasn’t too bad. DId anyone else enjoy this?
Oh yes, very much. Who can resist aliens that enjoy catfood?
“Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.”
Aldous Huxley
Seriously GPOYS.
Expect a better one.And I told you so, Kaylee :P <3
Thank you for almost making me pee my pants in laughter. <3
“Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there and everything else fell away.”
Sarah Dessen (Dreamland)
GPOYS
“If you’re going to be a writer, you have to be willing to be nasty. The idyllic does not work — maybe it does in painting, but not in literature. You have to get to the place where life is sad and complicated.”
Edith Templeton
“Never forget that the camera is, after all, only a mechanism — devoid of sense or imagination. It may cost a thousand dollars, but it is as dumb as a fistful of mud. It is more dependent on you than a brand new baby on its doting mother. Your camera can “see” only as you allow it to see; it cannot take matters into its own hands and balk at attempting something that’s inane or impossible. It is your unquestioning, totally submissive slave.”
Thomas H. Miller, This is Photography
“What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
“The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.”
Elizabeth Hardwick
“The Patience of Ordinary Things”
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
— Pat Schneider
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