find a wombat. pick it up. put it in your backpack. that is all.
“oh, the letters have dropped off, though they say you got them all; i finally figured out some things you’ll never know. take back your life and let me inside. we’ll find the door if you care to anymore.”
permission to go seduce this guy and hurt him somehow.
“what do you mean by seduce? .no.”
I’m driving in the dark towards you, not stopping til I catch the sunlight in my eye
...>>“Do you like stuff? So do I. We have so much in common.”
“Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.”
“The Buddha was asked, ‘Are you a God?’ He said he was not. ‘Then what are you?’ He answered, ‘I am awake.’”
“don’t write yourself off yet.. it’s only in your head you feel left out and looked down on… you know you’re doing better on your own, so don’t buy in… just live right now and be yourself; it doesn’t matter if it’s good enough for someone else.”
”..just when you think you’ve got me figured out, the season’s already changing…
you know you wouldn’t want me any other way… ...i’m a tease, i’m a goddess on my knees; when you hurt, when you suffer, i’m your angel undercover”
“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”
sequestration is coolness :)
“that love stuff was so sweet it gave me cavities.”
“no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.”
“the idea was, when you begin to open your heart to one person, it’s much easier for others to get in too.” [re: ‘About A Boy’]
Sometimes I wonder why everyone spurns Frankenberry in favor of Count Chocula, but then I realize that there are poor bastards out there still eating Cream of Wheat.
The little elves that live in hollow trees and make soft batch cookies please me very much. Thumbs up for those elves.
“The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending; and have the two as close together as possible.”
I'll have to walk a thousand miles just to find the ground deserving of your feet
...>>Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can anybody deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.
“berto, I personally believe that I’ve matured as an individual and can no longer come up with unintellectual quotes.
hehe. ‘come.’”
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