December 2009
31 posts
awesome.
Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for...
Irena Sendler 1910-2008
(via nixsayo)
A 98 year-old German woman named Irena Sendler recently died. During WWII, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist. Irena smuggled Jewish children out; infants in the bottom of the tool box she carried and older children in a burlap sack she carried in the back of her truck. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark...
So yea, maybe I was a Dawson's Creek fan,...
Pacey: When she’s around, I just feel more… I feel more alive. I think people underestimate how important that is.
Jen: I think they overestimate it, too. I mean, as much as you want to, you can’t rely on someone else to make you feel alive. It’s an inside job.
I am my own boss.
I’m a 100% sure I can never work with a boss because I know that the only reason I wake up and get out of bed each morning is knowing that, that day is mine. No deadlines, no ticking clocks. I can do whatever I want to do with it. I can change the world without someone dictating how or why I do things. I don’t have to swallow my pride and words for anything or anyone except for those...
Today, I was a pig... And it was beautiful. :)
Busy growing thick skin.
gaaaaahhhh!!! I want! This is definitely going to my christmas list.
I will not die without seeing or being in one of...
is defying what is. It is beyond me or anybody else. There’s no such thing as a standard.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately about taking chances,
and how it’s really just...”
– Scrubs
Stitching Leggings by Kate Nash: “Well at least I’m lucky I don’t have all the power in the world so I can’t fuck everything else up.”
Nostalgic gray Thursday morning. Gravity pull me down.Its too good a day. Don’t waste it. Sip coffee- coffee always makes everything better
Stalking: a sick sick habit. Boredom: an awesome excuse for stalking.
“Life is the only storyline I enjoy reading backwards.
gkmd”
behind the wheel
you hold on to the wheel and choose to make a turn. you hear nothing, believe nothing and remain unwithered. you go from 30-40-60-80 kph until you’d feel like you’re gliding, flying. just when you thought nothing could be more flawless and perfect, you lose control. your heart beats faster, you pray, you breathe faster, you go crazy and you cant think,you wait for the crash… but you know you...
