January 2010
36 posts
Anonymous asked: Who do you love the most?
So tired. I think I’ve slept about 12 hours in the past three nights. My brain just won’t turn off because I’m scared that my dog is busy having diarrhea everywhere. Pleasant, I know.
Our Vote: Either Way Kinda Sucks
newsweek:
Begley, on new research into why some people are more upset by emotional infidelity than sexual infidelity:
According to “attachment theory,” how you are raised leaves a lasting impression on how trusting you are in intimate relationships. (Some of the most interesting work on this is by Phillip Shaver of the University of California, Davis.) In a nutshell, people whose parents were...
I think I dread the weekends now. Got no sleep last night for a number of reasons. I am so tired.
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not...”
– Elie Wiesel (via projectdarkstar) (via quote-book)
Someone once said that love and hate are the opposite sides of the same coin and I couldn’t agree more.
Itchy Skin Linked to Psychological Stress... →
psychotherapy:
(SOURCE: Archives of Dermatology, December 2009.)
Dear itchy person in my life, please take note.
about me →
It’s constantly changing, but here’s what goes for now.
Sex Explained By Pens →
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Memo to self
Life is a marthon, not a sprint. Take it slow and steady.
Indie+Relief →
All proceeds made on January 20th will be donated to Haiti.
Enough of this funk! Funk, I banish you! No more unhealthy eating and being lazy. It’s time to stop waiting around and get back to normal life.
It’s one of those days. Ah, Monday.
kari-shma:
A Fine Frenzy | Almost Lovers
I was...
Texas Tailwind →
For that guy that I know that rides bikes sometimes. Yeah, you.
Is this Houston? →
Much better representation of the little things most people miss around here. I haven’t seen half of this stuff.
Hypothesis: Austin is more awesome than Houston.
Proof: Fuck Yeah! Austin! versus Fuck Yeah Houston!
I rest my case.
I won’t lie. I feel like someone punched me in the chest. Repeatedly.
I just want to take a pill and sleep until Monday morning.
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
– Kahlil Gibran (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
I am wide awake with the feeling that only comes after finishing a damn good book. It is 3 AM.
Today ....
Boyfriend ended up in the ER and I found out the Jasmine (dog) has limp tail syndrome because she went swimming in super cold water Saturday.
Poor, poor babies.
pfft
Reading facebook today was … upsetting. I really should’ve checked my messages before I went out last night.
Oh well — I will make 2010 a great year if it kills me.
Quelqu'un M'a Dit
pourtant quelqu’un m’a dit… Que tu m’aimais encore, C’est quelqu’un qui m’a dit que tu m’aimais encore. Serais ce possible alors?