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I've done so much reading today
that I’ve reached the point where I’m just highlighting random amounts of texts, pretending to understand what I just read, and writing a summary based on nothing.
Outstanding.
What you need, I hope it finds you.
I'm Sam. I study political science and I am fond of books, music, and baseball.
Questions? / Last.fm
I don’t know whether to be frightened or to laugh.
Emma: This is like porn for meteorologists.
HAHAHA.
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true.
Stranger Than Fiction (Marc Forster, 2006)
“I wrote a few things down. I wrote eggs milk and bread, but I crossed out bread just so I can make pancakes for Ethan if it snows,” Gibbs said showing the palm of his hand with notes written on it. “Then I wrote down hope and change just in case I forgot that.”
Oof - not so nice, eh Gibbs?
Soon. So, so, so, so soon.
I hate CSI - what kind of writing is this?
- Woman: So much for the race.
- Guy (while looking at a dead marathon runner): Well, at least we didn't come in last.
