EXTRA HOT HORSERADISH! THAT’LL CLEAR MY SINUSES!
I love it!
I love it!
Normal sounds boring to a lot of people, but there have been so many extremes lately, that I revel in the idea of normal.
Like right now, my kids are outside, on a nice Spring late afternoon, shooting hoops and playing with the neighbors.
I like that.
“He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.”
Yesterday, our cleaning service came over to, well, clean.
The owner of the business was part of the cleaning crew, as she sometimes helps out her staff when needed.
Husband greeted them, and issued a standard, “How are you?” to the owner.
A few minutes later, she came up to us and said, “You asked how I was. Last week my husband committed suicide.”
He was an alcoholic who had recently lost his job, and who had quit AA because he didn’t think he needed it anymore.
Tears filled her eyes as she was talking. I instinctively gave her a hug, as did my husband. And we listened to her tell her story. She needed to share.
She found him. He hanged himself in the bathroom.
How do you go on after something like that?
You just do. You have no choice.
She has grown children, but also an eight-year-old girl. She has to hold it together to keep the business going to support her family and to be strong for her kids.
We are all so capable and strong when that is required of us.
I can’t compare her tragedy to my mess of a life. But I shouldn’t even try.
It’s not a competition.
We’re all simply trying to survive, and we do the best we can to get through the days.
I want the impossible;
that which is imaginable
and conceptually plausible,
yet completely unattainable.
I want to access
that which is inaccessible.
I want to envision
that which is inconceivable.
In a word,
I want the absurd.
I want to experience
something that’s magical
and completely impractical;
to climb the insurmountable;
to prove the unreasonable
a preposterous truth.
I want what we all want,
what each of us pine for
and fitfully whine for—
I want you,
and to know, in the end,
that you want me too.
People are always saying that they don’t like to follow people who don’t post a lot of their own material.
While I understand that, and it’s difficult to get to “know” someone who doesn’t (often) post his or her original thoughts, I am grateful to the people I follow here who have introduced me to art, humor, fashion, recipes, world events, etc. that I might not have seen otherwise.
I just want to be kissed. I want to be held at the waist and split open by someone’s mouth until I am no longer whole. I want to forget where I am, why I am there, how I got there in the first place. I want to be pressed up against walls, pinned against floors, and reclined against counters.
A good kiss is a performance—an event.
Nothing matches the way your blood pulses under your skin when someone leans in to kiss you—reaches for your heart with their mouth—and holds on to your body like they are a blind man and you are a slippery rock face. Nothing compares to someone who pays attention to how you kiss them and knows that just like love—we all kiss the way we want to be kissed.
A good kiss has its own area code.
Its own continent.
Its own fucking galaxy.”
Some people don’t know how to communicate effectively, and thus piss off other people because of their poor skill-set.
Tumblr (in my opinion).
Not real quotes, but you get the picture.
Well, SOMEBODY has to keep it real!