Are you ready for zombies, gore, and spooky monsters? I know I am.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
It has always amazed me how people readily accept the magnificent displays created during the weathering of stone, but the change and beauty within their own soul via the erosion of particular parts is rarely seen as being an awe inspiring masterpiece... when in reality that is how some of the grandest miracles take place.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
"Everyone says love hurts, but that’s not true. Loneliness hurts.
Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets
these things confused with love; but in reality love is the only thing
in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful
again. Love is the one thing in this world that does not hurt."
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
It is easy to find comfort in the illusion of certainty. Grasping on to
what one knows, forfeiting potentially more rewarding situations for the
childish need of comfort and empty promises of happiness. The facades
of change are knowingly embraced. You can promise yourself
that this time is different. The sands of
doubt will perpetually infiltrate your fragile cocoon, in spite of the
hope that fortifies it. If this does not suffocate you, regret undoubtedly will.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
stale·mate (st
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n.
1. A situation in which two opposing forces find that further action is impossible or futile; deadlock
2. A
situation in the game of chess where the player whose turn it is to
move is not in check but has no legal moves. A stalemate ends the game
in a draw (i.e. having no winner).
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.
— Haruki Murakami
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
"Never ignore a person who loves and cares for you. One day you may realize you've lost the moon while counting the stars."
I can't even comprehend how many friends I have lost over the years. I've wasted so much time taking people for granted as I chased hopeless ideas, obsessed over shallow lovers and vindictively closed myself off. I now find myself wanting to wrap everyone up in my arms and tell them everything, if only I had realized sooner... maybe then there would be ears to listen and warmth to hold.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
I have often wondered whether our instincts are driven by our "heart" or our "head". Over the past few weeks I have realized that it is definitely not the heart. The heart will gladly lead you astray. It causes you to let others take advantage of you, to treat you badly, and to keep these people in your life because the heart tells you that you love them. The head can be questionable too, a little bit too hard and quick to destroy things due to reason. It can be cold and distancing. It can tell you to push people out of your life instead of giving them patience and understanding that they are just as confused as anyone else. I believe that instincts are in the "gut", at least in my case. As my head and my heart battle it out my gut is there, meditating on the events of the day and the issues at hand. In the end it is the one to draw the line in the sand, between giving too much and not giving enough. When I think of instincts I think of self preservation. It is giving yourself and others the chance so in the end, if things don't work out you can at least say you did your best while also telling you when enough is enough. My instincts provide a balanced place where the heart can be opened and love can come in, but can also go out when needed. When I follow my gut I never feel like I am giving up, it gives me chances to grow and chances to choose the path of least resistance by doing what is right for me, and for those around me. It will never tell me to hold on to those who cause me harm, and it will never allow me to abandon those that bring me happiness. I no longer find myself bound to reason or to emotion, and in this place I am free. The veil is lifted and I can truly see what love really is.
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