"Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions."

— (via -witheverything)

(Source: accountedfor, via hislovebroughtmetolife)

'fireworks exploding

#oh yeah

The Bean Trees: Ode to Writers

les—hiboux:

To those who write
because the sanity and sanctity
of their souls require it. Because
of the stroke their brains suffer
from the hemorrhages of repressed
thoughts. To those whose fingers
tingle incomplete without the
stain of ink seeping into their
fingerprints and hands ever-searching

(Source: ziggazagga, via watermelly)

Contemplating rocking red lipstick elke dag.

For what it's worth: It's never to late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find that you're not, I hope you find the strength to start all over again.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald.



DATE A GIRL WHO READS.DATE A GIRL WHO SPENDS HER MONEY ON BOOKS INSTEAD OF CLOTHES.SHE HAS PROBLEMS WITH CLOSET SPACE BECAUSE SHE HAS TOO MANY BOOKS.DATE A GIRL WHO HAS A LIST OF BOOKS SHE WANTS TO READ,WHO HAS HAD A LIBRARY CARD SINCE SHE WAS TWELVE.

FIND A GIRL WHO READS.YOU WILL KNOW SHE DOES BECAUSE SHE WILL ALWAYS HAVE AN UNREAD BOOK IN HER BAG.SHE IS THE ONE LOVINGLY LOOKING OVER THE SHELVES IN THE BOOKSTORE,THE ONE WHO QUIETLY CRIES OUT WHEN SHE FINDS THE BOOK SHE WANTS. YOU SEE THE WEIRED CHICK SNIFFING THE PAGES OF AN OLD BOOK IN A SECOND HAND BOOK SHOP? THAT'S A READER. THEY CAN NEVER RESIST SMELLING THE PAGES. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE YELLOW.

SHE IS THE GIRL READING WHILE WAITING AT A COFFEE SHOP DOWN THE ROAD. IF YOU TAKE A PEEK AT HER MUG, THE NON-DAIRY CREAMER IS FLOATING ON TOP BECAUSE SHE IS KIND OF ENGROSSED ALREADY. LOST IN THE WORLD OF THE AUTHORS MAKING. SIT DOWN. SHE MIGHT GIVE YOU A GLANCE, AS MOST GIRLS WHO READ DO NOT LIKE TO BE INTERRUPTED. ASK HER IF SHE LIKES THE BOOK.

BUY HER ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE.

LET HER KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY THINK OF MURAKAMI. SEE IF SHE GOT THROUGH THE FIRST CHAPTER OF FELLOWSHIP. UNDERSTAND IF SHE SAYS SHE UNDERSTOOD JAMES JOYCE'S ULYSSES SHE'S JUST SAYING THAT TO SOUND INTELLIGENT.ASK HER IF SHE LOVES ALICE OR SHE WOULD LOVE TO BE ALICE.

ITS EASY TO DATE A GIRL WHO READS. GIVE HER BOOKS FOR HER BIRTHDAY, FOR CHRISTMAS AND ANNIVERSARIES. GIVE HER THE GIFT OF WORDS , IN POETRY, IN SONG, GIVE HER NERUDA,POUND,SEXTON, CUMMINGS. LET HER KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND WORDS ARE LOVE. UNDERSTAND THAT SHE KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BOOKS AND REALITY THAT BY GOD, SHE IS GOING TO TRY TO MAKE HER LIFE A LITTLE LIKE HER FAVOURITE BOOK. IT WILL NOT BE YOUR FAULT IF SHE DOES.

SHE HAS TO GIVE IT A SHOT SOMEHOW.

LIE TO HER,IF SHE UNDERSTANDS SYNTAX,SHE WILL UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED TO LIE. BEHIND WORDS ARE OTHER THINGS: MOTIVATION, VALUE, NUANCE, DIALOGUE. IT WILL NOT BE THE END OF THE WORLD.

FAIL HER.BECAUSE A GIRL WHO READS KNOWS THAT FAILURE ALWAYS LEADS TO CLIMAX. BECAUSE SHE UNDERSTANDS THAT ALL THINGS WILL COME TO END.THAT YOU CAN ALWAYS WRITE A SEQUEL.THAT YOU CAN BEGIN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND STILL BE THE HERO.THAT LIFE IS MEANT TO HAVE A VILLAIN OR TWO.

WHY BE FRIGHTENED BY EVERYTHING YOU ARE NOT? GIRLS WHO READ UNDERSTANDS THAT LIKE CHARACTERS IN THE BOOKS,WE DEVELOP.EXCEPT IN THE TWILIGHTSIRIES.

IF YOU FIND A GIRL WHO READS , KEEP HER CLOSE.WHEN YOU FIND HER UP AT 2AM CLUTCHING A BOOK TO HER CHEST WEEPING, MAKE HER A CUP OF TEA AND HOLD HER, YOU MAY LOOSE HER FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS BUT SHE WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOU. SHE 'LL TALK AS IF THE CHAR ACTORS IN THE BOOK ARE REAL,BECAUSE FOR A WHILE THEY ALWAYS ARE.

YOU WILL PROPOSE ON A HOT AIR BALLOON.OR DURING A ROCK CONCERT,OR VERY CASUALLY NEXT TIME SHE'S SICK. OVER SKY PE.

YOU WILL SMILE SO HARD YOU WILL WONDER WHY YOUR HEART HASN'T BURST AND BLED OUT ALL OVER YOUR CHEST YET. YOU WILL WRITE THE STORY OF YOUR LIVES , HAVE KIDS WITH STRANGE NAMES AND EVEN STRANGE TASTES.SHE WILL INTRODUCE YOUR CHILDREN TO THE CAT IN THE HAT AND ASLAN, MAYBE ON THE SAME DAY. YOU WILL WALK THE WINTER'S OF YOUR OLD AGE TOGETHER AND SHE WILL RECITE KEATS UNDER HER BREATH WHILE YOU SHAKE THE SNOW OFF YOUR BOOTS.

DATE A GIRL WHO READS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT. YOU DESERVE A GIRL WHO CAN GIVE YOU THE MOST COLOURFUL LIFE IMAGINABLE. IF YOU CAN GIVE HER MONOTONY AND STALE HOURS AND HALF-BAKED PROPOSALS,THEN YOU'RE BETTER OFF ALONE.IF YOU WANT THE WORLD AND THE WORLDS BEYOND IT , DATE A GIRL WHO READS

OR BETTER YET, DATE A GIRL WHO WRITES

Rosemary Urquico

"From the rooftop I proclaim, that I am yours.. I am yours."

 





I LOVE THESE GUYS. lol

A MONTH OF SPECIAL VICTORIES

I'm going to say this a lot this month. #oh yeah #swish

COFFEE, BED, PEN AND NOTEPAD.

HELLLOOOO WINTER=D

''There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.'' John Gregory Brown, '94

This old man though,lol. He's just too awesome!!

I am a love child, the offspring of the greatest lovestory ever told. Arose from the ashes of a sacrifice deemed perfect by God. I am a love child.

TAKE ME HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The battle is the Lords...but remember... He says...

You are my war club,
my weapon for battle-
with you I shatter nations,
with you I destroy kingdoms,
with you I shatter horse and rider'
with you I shatter chariot and driver,
with you I shatter man and woman,
with you I shatter old man and youth,
with you I shatter young man and maiden,
with you I shatter shepherd and flock,
with you I shatter farmer and oxen,
with you I shatter governers and officials.

Jeremiah 51:20-23

I remember when I was a kid, and I finished my first can of coke, it was such a huge achievement! My sister reminded me of something, "there's victory at every level" We easily forget this and are burdened with unhappiness because we are constantly wanting that, instead of appreciating this. I have no beef with dreaming and wanting more, but don't make your happiness dependent on what you're yet to achieve. Enjoy the now. When I hear, appreciate/enjoy the little things, I hear appreciate the daily victories towards the bigger victories.

THIS WINTER IS SUCH A TEASE THOUGH!!!MXM

"I THINK IT'S INTOXICATING WHEN SOMEBODY IS SO UNAPOLOGETICALLY WHO THEY  ARE." 

Don Cheadle

Found this on my sisters blog, I don't know...but there's so much here..

ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Egyptians-all Pharoah's horses and chariots, horsemen and troops-pursued the Israelites and overtook them as they camped by the sea near Pi Hahiroth, opposite Baal Zephon.
As Pharoah approached, the Israelites looked up, and there were the Egyptians, marching after them. They were terrified and cried out to the Lord.
They said to Moses, "Was it because there were no graves in Egypt , that you brought us to the desert to die? What have you done to us by bringing us out of Egypt?
 Didn't we say to you in Egypt, 'Leave us alone; let us serve the Egyptians'? It would have been better for us to serve the Egyptians than to die in the desert!"
Moses answered the people, "Do not be afraid, stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. The Lord will fight for you, you need only be still."
Then the Lord said to Moses, "Why are you crying out to me? Tell the Israelites to move on. Raise your staff and stretch out your hand over the sea to divide the water so the Israelites can go through the sea on dry ground.

Exodus 14:9

dintheverb:

sultryfreckles:

illcitydiaries:

maisoli:

mishalmoorebloggyblog:

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

While reading this, I kept thinking..oooh, he probabaly got like a million after helping this woman out, when I was done I was disappointed...at myself. You shouldn't expect payment for kindness..!

"Footprints in the sand of time are not made while sitting...BE PRODUCTIVE!"

harperbooks:

millionsmillions:

This makes me totally want to join in.

I'm an aunt AGAIN!!!!!!!!! Sir Lamy was born 25 April 2012=)

Reblogged from Little House of Happy

LOL!!!

"He has founded His city on the holy mountain.
The Lord loves the gates of Zion
more than all the other dwellings of Jacob.
Glorious things are said of you,
city of God.
I will record Rahab and Babylon
among those who acknowledge me-
Philistia too, and Tyre, along with Cush-
and will say, ' This one was born in Zion'.
Indeed of Zion it will be said,
' This one and that one were born in her,
and the Most High himself will establish her.'
The Lord will write in the register of the
peoples:
'This one was born in Zion'
As they make music they will sing,
'All my fountains are in you'."

Psalm 87

 

I CHOOSE COLOUR!!

April 19, 2012

(via blackfashion)

Brother Ali  (Source: theesoulprovider)
:

Grow because you’re beautiful, not because I need you to
Grow ‘til you outstretch every single piece of you
Heaven will see you through but you got to believe it’s true
Go write your story
Even if in the end you might outgrow me
I’ll always treasure the chapter that was mine
And twist through time with a smile knowing you’re free

E-PIC

fIRST trip outside of S.A without the parentals.

Betty on her wedding day- Most realest gorgeous pic I've seen.

Oh but, this makes me blush* WELCOME WINTER :)

 fIRST ever cosmo- bittersweet*

 It's part of my genetic make-up!

But I l00k like such a girl here.

 The SPONgebob in me.

 Makes me think of Corinne Bailey Rae's GIRL PUT YOUR RECORDS ON music vid. lol*

l0ve this!!!

Fav hairdo-won't be doing it again anytime soon though.

 DRENCHED!! raIN makes me HaPpY though-fills me up with happy thoughts.

A cat made me drink PAW-PAW juice. #smh

 haaaaaaaaaaahaaaha..the things we felt when this was taken. If pics could talk!lol*

I don't know...it makes me smile though.

In l0ving memory...

 My fav pic of us...hmmm, 1 of my fav pics..

pssssh..c00lness.

Feel @ home wherever this woman is @.

blush*blush* "tHANK YOU"