“This is what the Sovereign LORD says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life.” - Ezekiel 37:5
It’s nice to see a New Year’s Wish rendered as a poster…
I can’t believe my poster was reblogged by Neil Gaiman on his official Tumblr! I feel all kinds of special now xD (even though someone reposted it, which makes me feel not so special, but then again, I’m just happy he got to see it :D)
One more time people, we’re almost there, Happy New Year! ^^
(Source: xsiouxsiesioux, via phonyrevolutions)
No Strings Attached
THIS IS MY SUPERPOWER TOO
This is the best Harry Potter cake I have ever seen.
Paul Simon & Shelley Duvall, 1977
LOL WUT THEY WERE A COUPLE???
“OK here it is. Your choice. It’s simple. Her or me. And I’m sure she’s really great. But Derek….I love you. In a really, really big ‘pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window, unfortunate way that also makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.”
- Grey’s Anatomy
My heart is a huge troll. You’d think that it’d become more wary with age, but the older I get, the easier it is to fall in love with people. In high school, it took me at least a semester before I could acknowledge that I’d developed feelings for somebody. In college, it took me about a month and a half to form an attachment to my first love. A year later, I began feeling things for a friend after one hangout and a couple of long Gchat conversations. In a span of eight years, the process of love (or something like it) has hastened from four months to about 0.2 seconds — the time it takes for someone to flash me a smile as we pass each other on a sidewalk.
Maybe it’s biology. I’m 24 and the clock’s ticking. I suspect I’ve been reading too many novels. Or maybe I’m bending to social pressures, as half of my friends are either dating, married, or in serious relationships. All I know is that sometime during the last 8 years, I gave up maintaining a tolerance for attraction. Back then, I at least tried to not like people, especially when they were out of my league. Now I just run with it because really, what else are you supposed to do when you meet somebody whose company you would enjoy even if you were stuck together in a broken elevator for 12 hours?
Now I know what has ruined me — Genesis 2. You know, “Bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh”. Can you imagine waking from a deep slumber to find your perfect match? As much as a I rail against the concept of soulmates, I’ve conducted my life as if I actually believe in them. I rationalize all of my failed relationships and pursuits with the idea that they’re steering me toward the person I’ll eventually end up with. Sometimes I wonder if we’ve already met and I just don’t recognize him for who he is. I don’t anticipate a beacon of light, the songs of angels, or even an epiphany, but rather, the delicious assurance that this person was prepared especially for me.
Reposted from my personal blog, which you can visit to read more entries like this one.
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”
- Bob Marley supposed said this. I haven’t been able to find solid verification, so let’s just enjoy this quote for what it is.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
One of love’s greatest drawbacks is that, for a while at least, it is in danger of making us seriously happy.
Hanging over every love story is the thought, as horrible as it is unknowable, of how it will end. It is as when, in full health and vigour, we try to imagine our own death, the only difference between the end of love and the end of life being that at least in the latter, we are granted the comforting thought that we will not feel anything after death. No such comfort for the lover, who knows that the end of the relationship will not necessarily be the end of love, and almost certainly not the end of life.
- Alain de Botton, Essays in Love
BEST BRUNCH EVER (Taken with picplz at Wild Honey.)
Most artsy farsty ceramic hamburgers ever (Taken with picplz at Mandarin Gallery.)