June 2012
May 2012
Today seems like a day for text.
Sometimes I get really angry at people (but not to the point of actually showing them this anger) for not asking the questions I want them to ask. I get angry that they don’t ask a specific question, I get angry that they don’t ask more questions, and I get angry that their questions reflect them not really listening to what I had just said a moment before.
But then I remind myself that people can’t really read minds (oh good grief I hope they can’t) and then tell myself to chill out and stop being so silly.
“If you don’t feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then probably what you are doing isn’t very vital.”
—John Irving (via wrists)
It's a shitty world out there
Love somebody.
Any way you can.
Every way you can.
Feeling angry because my family does things like store away volumes 6 and 7 of Harry Potter in a place they can’t remember for the life of them (aka somewhere in the stacked box jungle in the garage) and so, if I am ever going to finish this series, I guess it’s “TO THE LIBRARY I GO!” unless someone can get them to me more quickly than that. Which is probably unlikely. Damn.
This summer, I vow to overcome some of my insecurities.
