Dear Tiffany, I know you wrote the letter. The only way to beat my crazy was by doing something even crazier. Thank you. I love you. I knew it from the moment I saw you. I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up. I just got stuck. Pat.
(Source: dailyjlawrence, via dailyjlawrence)
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I’m crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you’re going I’m going your way.
(Source: elzabethtaylor, via tilsammen)
careers to consider when I finish uni:
- girl in 1960s Paris with winged eyeliner and a fringe who sits in cafes and bars and drinks sherry
- WWII war nurse
- muse for a late 19th century artist
- archaeologist in the 30s
- background character in a Wodehouse story
- incorporeal sense of vague dissatisfaction
What Kind of Day It Has Been (1.22)
They're telling me that we're out of time. I just want to mention that at several points during the evening, I was referred to as both a liberal and a populist, and a fellow fourth from the back called me a socialist, which is nice, I haven't heard that for a while. Actually, I'm an economics professor. My great-grandfather's great-grandfather was Dr. Josiah Bartlet, who was the New Hampshire delegate to the second Continental Congress, the one that sat in session in Philadelphia in the summer of 1776 and announced to the world that we were no longer subjects of King George III, but rather a self-governing people. We hold these truths to be self-evident, they said, that all men are created equal. Strange as it may seem, that was the first time in history that anyone had bothered to write that down. Decisions are made by those who show up. Class dismissed. Thank you, everyone. God bless you. And God bless America.
There’s a bird… it’s a quite nondescript grey colour. It’s accustomed not to moving too quickly, not to draw attention to itself for fear of being beaten. It wishes it could be in a cage… but sooner or later, slowly, day by day, its wings grow very strong and if you were to look very closely, you would see brilliant scarlet feathers hidden under its drab wings. Until one day, it’s grown so confident that it flaps its red wings and flies straight upwards into the sky.