The life I want – there’s no shortcut.
— An Education (via mrsclarkkent)
September 23, 2014
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September 21, 2014
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.
— Frida Kahlo
September 20, 2014
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September 18, 2014
This week keeps getting weirder and weirder.
September 17, 2014
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September 15, 2014
It may be well that we spectators who are not divinely gifted as athletes, are the only ones able truly to see, articulate, and animate the experience of the gift we are denied. And that those who receive and act out the gift of athletic genius must, perforce, be blind and dumb about it — and not because blindness and dumbness are the price of the gift, but because they are it’s essence.
David Foster Wallace
DFW’s “How Tracy Austin Broke My Heart” was one of my favorite essays in “Consider the Lobster.” April’s reading it now, but this part got to me, especially regarding people and their strengths. It could apply to more than just athletics. Sometimes the talent is so strong that you can’t comprehend it and articulate it in a way to others.
September 14, 2014
September 13, 2014
Age is just a number. It’s totally irrelevant unless, of course, you happen to be a bottle of wine.
— Joan Collins (via itsquoted)
September 12, 2014
Friday. You magnificent beauty. Nice to see you again. I will be enjoying my TGIF with some buddy work from home, visiting some hot bartenders, and downing dollar oysters. The life.
September 11, 2014
In The Gray - Captain Planet Featuring Brit Lauren
This morning smelled deliciously of fall. The crispy scents of apple, cinnamon, pumpkin, mixed with a different energy that is alien in summer. Fall is always bittersweet, out of the nostalgia of school season, and the loss of my favorite season. But you can’t stop changes like that, and I’m ready to embrace this orange and yellow tinted season and drink as many spiced ciders as I can fit into my bladder.
September 10, 2014
September 9, 2014