For the love of a rose, the gardener becomes the slave of a thousand thorns.– Turkish Proverb. (via rabba-sacheya)
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.– Charles Bukowski (via nc-17)
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be...– T. S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding”, in Four Quartets (via growing-orbits)
Late night ramblings.
Totally hate going back to work after half term. Now I need another couple of weeks to get used to waking up at 6am. Mother. My life has become consumed by three things: work, sleep and the constantly pondering of why and how people just work and sleep and become boring robots. I don’t want to be a boring robot, I don’t want to live this dull, repetitive life. There MUST be more to...
The whole universe depends on everything fitting just right. If one piece busts....– Hushpuppy, Beasts of the Southern Wild
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.– Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via dulcetdecember)
I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that...– C.S. Lewis I can’t even begin to form a reaction.. (via theriverjordyn)
WHAT is wrong with me? I have a super important life changing interview on Tuesday and I am sat in bed watching Clueless and now 13 Going on 30, I just can’t stop.
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.– Haruki Murakami (via dormio)
Everyone and everything is interconnected in this universe. Stay pure of heart...– Jeff, Who Lives At Home
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go...– Virginia Woolf
Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?– Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via arabarabarab)
How awkward are voicemails? I just left my friend a voicemail and I kept saying ‘ermm yeah so I will you try again later but if you get this text me but i’ll call again later. So see you soon and I’ll call later. B-b-bye’. AWKWARD! I sounded like a jittering mess. Never will I leave a voicemail again. I hate them.
On my way back from playground duty, another teaching assistant said ‘I’m having a bad case of Mondayitis’. Totes how I feel every monday. It’s dark when I wake up and it’s dark when I leave work. BOO! But I love my job so no more whinging.