November 2011
1 post
Tides Have Changed
Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough. I just always wonder “What if?”, you know? What if I didn’t say that? What if I didn’t do this? I’m just so confused about so many things. The regret is what really kills me… I’m all about fate and the idea that whatever happens is what is supposed to happen. We’re all here on God’s green earth...
July 2011
1 post
“Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem. Baby girl, respect is just a...”
– “Doo Wop” by Lauryn Hill (via paigerunna)
June 2010
1 post
If you adore Pinkberry/Yogurtland/Red Mango/Any... →
mindymaygan:
Interesting…
January 2010
3 posts
just a thought
mindymaygan:
i had a glimpse today back into my life from my 5-8th grade years. it made me want to throw this out there.
many of you are still in school, and if not, you have jobs, or you’re involved in SOMETHING where you’re around a group of people that you know, but maybe just on an acquaintances-basis. i just want to encourage everyone to look for that one person whos different. and by...
“If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must...”
– A.A. Milne, Winnie-The-Pooh
“A female colleague once told me advice that I must share with my daughter, and...”
– ~ Randy Pausch (via brain-food) (via gatekeeper) (via thebeautyineverything)
December 2009
1 post
“Nothing to do
No where to be
A simple little kind of free
Nothing to do
No...”
– John Mayer “Perfectly Lonely”
November 2009
10 posts
Good Will Hunting
Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will: No.
Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.
Will: Why thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope.
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that.
If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid.
And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.
I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.
And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.
You're an orphan right? You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
go for a hug instead of a hand shake
(via mindymaygan)
hugs are so much better :)
an open letter to martin from boys like girls, the...
caylafuentes:
aileen365:
emilydriskill:
nicolecorrea:
first off, let me preface this by saying last night, halloween, i witnessed some of the most disgusting behavior by touring dudes & stationary ladies i have ever seen, and i have been going to shows for the better part of eight years. (cool story, bro. i know.) part of me is shocked, though, that it has taken this long.
at about...
October 2009
5 posts
mindymaygan:
There are too many Negative Nancys & Bitter Bobs in this world. Freakin wake up people! You’re lucky to be alive
SO TRUE
WatchThis makes me smile. I love this acoustic version!
September 2009
13 posts
“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which...”
– Mitsugi Saotome
“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain...”
“For it is in loving, as well as being loved, that we become most truly...”
– Daphne Rose Kingma
“Live out of your imagination, not your history.”
– Stephen R. Covey
August 2009
10 posts
“Music can lift us out of a depression or move us to tears —it is a remedy, a...”
– Oliver Sacks (via hrrrthrrr)
http://www.hitrecord.org/danshowrec.php?rec=5741 →
ha love this!
“I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached...”
– Paul Auster
Random thoughts from people 25-35 yrs old (i'm 22...
caylafuentes:
aileen365:
My good friend Matt emailed me a list of “random thoughts form people 25-35 yrs old” and it had me in stitches. I wanted to share my favorites with you guys.
-I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option. -More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story...
“Attention bidders, it’s Lot 45
He’s got a decent voice
He’s...”
– The Academy Is…
Three Sheets to the Wind →
So, today was just an ordinary day for me: chatting on AIM with Cayla, listening to some tunes…and as I was chatting, I used the phrase “three sheets to the wind” to describe this drunk dude and we realized that we didn’t actually know where the that phrase came from. Therefore, I set out on an adventure into the land of Google to fulfill my curiousity. Lo and behold, I...
hey, you're beautiful. don't let anyone tell you...
(via mindymaygan)
July 2009
10 posts
“Your story, it’s not boring and ordinary, by the way. We just get the one...”
– unknown
