Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
etsy love: Sunshine & Ravioli
| (buy them here) Sunshine & Ravioli has these adorable book plates for sale perfect touch for gifts or your own collection |
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
poem happiness: naomi shihab nye
so much happiness
it is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
with sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion & cloth.
when the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
but happiness floats.
it doesn’t need you to hold it down.
it doesn’t need anything.
happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
& disappears when it wants to.
you are happy either way.
even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
& now live over a quarry of noise & dust
cannot make you unhappy.
everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake & ripe peaches,
& love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens & scratched records.
since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, & it flows out of you
into everything you touch. you are not responsible.
you take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, & share it,
& in that way, be known.
naomi shihab nye
*my favorite part of this poem*
with sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion & cloth.
when the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
but happiness floats.
it doesn’t need you to hold it down.
it doesn’t need anything.
happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
& disappears when it wants to.
you are happy either way.
even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
& now live over a quarry of noise & dust
cannot make you unhappy.
everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake & ripe peaches,
& love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens & scratched records.
since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, & it flows out of you
into everything you touch. you are not responsible.
you take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, & share it,
& in that way, be known.
naomi shihab nye
*my favorite part of this poem*
everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake & ripe peaches,
*waking up to ripe peaches is on my happiness list*
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
only bored people are boring
‘I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. You live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless. It goes on forever, inwardly — you understand? The fact the you’re alive is amazing. So you don’t get to be bored.— LOUIS C.K., to his kids, on Louie (via inothernews)
(via apsies)
Friday, July 22, 2011
Late to the Parks & Recreation Party
| (via) we've added Parks & Recreation to our list of Netflix addictions we might love this show more than Ron Swanson loves bacon |
Sunday, July 17, 2011
anyone not have plans tonight?
| (via) I just re-read the last book and have rented the the Deathly Hallows part 1 - tonight - we are off to see the final film *I am bringing an entire box of kleenex* not even bothering with mascara basically I am prepared to be a blubbery mess (Boyfriend be warned) |
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