dudeswithbeardseatingcupcakes:
Here’s to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cup cake and another one!
dudeswithbeardseatingcupcakes:
Here’s to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cup cake and another one!
Dear Canadian Mother,
Yesterday I tweeted something like, “I wonder how many waiters serve a pregnant Victoria Beckham and think to themselves ‘Eating for one are we?’”But I erased it because it was brought to my attention that Joan Rivers already said “Congratulations to Victoria Beckham,…
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon“Yes!” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”— Oriah Mountain Dreamer
— Allen Ginsberg (via quote-book)
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn…
— TFLN
— Blanche DuBois, A Streetcar Named Desire (via whiskyandwhimsy) (via quote-book)
