A whole day at the park, in the sunshine, with a couple frisbees and five golden retrievers made this entire weekend redeemable. It was freeing to be able to laugh at myself once again. Does anybody remember laughter?
You take a born-pretty girl and you dress her up in pretty things, curl her...– Beautiful and Depraved
If, by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can...
“Is your eye swollen?” “Have you been drinking/smoking?” “Who gave you a ride home anyways?” Yes mom, my eye is swollen. No dad, I was just crying. Peter gave me a ride home. At fucking 10 o’clock, because I’m too lame to even stay at a party for a couple hours. Not like I care. I don’t care about the people getting drunk behind...
I have no reason to be over optimistic. But somehow when you smile, I can brave...– 1921, by The Who
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is...