I just checked my piece.
The boy left me half a bowl.
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
I normally don’t do things like this, but I am seriously in love with this little bundle of joy in a BIG way. This is Steve Ward of VH1’s “Tough Love” fame’s little nephew, and I think he’s THE most PRECIOUS thing I have EVER seen.
If I could get a promise that a child of mine would come out looking like this, I’d have one. Tomorrow. Before 8 AM. ASAP. This child makes my biological clock HAMMER.
Ughghjjaksfhsadfkhkjsabdfkhasdfkkasjdfbasfdkj. I’m in LOVE.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses, you build this 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 do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. not just in the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.
- Neil Gaiman (via feistyfrenziedfervent)
You musn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.
- “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” Truman Capote. My favorite book/movie of all time.
Never love a wild thing.