“ I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference. ”
Ernest Hemingway (via musingsinfemininity)
A true story about something that happened to me. Written by my sister.
Despite it being called the British Virgin Islands, I couldn’t find any crumpets there. Despite there not being any crumpets in the British Virgin Islands, I had a wonderful time on vacation. Despite the fact that I was gone for a week, the crumpets in my fridge are miraculously still good. So I…
I started this blog facetiously.
(Did you know facetiously contains all vowels in order including the sometimes y? It’s ironic that a word that semantically conveys jocularity has so much inherent order. Or maybe not. Facetiousness is a far more composed, affected humor; you don’t tell poop…
- Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
- When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
- Follow the three Rs:
- Respect for self
- Respect for others
- Responsibility for all your actions.
- Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
- Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
- Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
- When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
- Spend some time alone every day.
- Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
- Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
- Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
- A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
- In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.
- Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.
- Be gentle with the earth.
- Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
- Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
- Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
(Source: jtcoen)
Poetry slips into dreams
like a diver in a lake.
Poetry, braver than anyone,
slips in and sinks
like lead
through a lake infinite as Loch Ness
or tragic and turbid as Lake Balaton.
Consider it from below:
a diver
innocent
covered in feathers
of will.
Poetry slips into dreams
like a diver who’s dead
in the eyes of God.