Love, you might say, is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. And the stronger the love, the more pain that love bears of all things. Love itself is a pain, you might say, that is the pain of being truly alive.

Something about me i learned: I think I prefer pain to numbness.

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

there is an inverse relationship between how happy i am and how often i post on my livejournal

It occurred to her that they might never be so happy again. Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than anything real. But this time who could say? This time might be the golden one at last.

:D

today is your day! you made the grade!
some things will change, and some things will not, but one thing's for certain is that you're a special person!
today is your day! happy birthday to you!
today is your day! happy fucking birthday to you!

today i have a sore throat so i am eating a lunch consumed only in spoonfuls of things

i sailed right on through strawberry fields but must have drifted off somewhere around howie day's cover of help, phew.

still, woke right back up come 5 a.m. 

in high school i listened to the i am sam album every night for a week while i fell asleep, usually somewhere around  ben harper's cover of strawberry fields. we'll see which track i make it to tonight.

dear dad, you are the best, thank you for lending me yourself, your saturday, and your minivan to help me move my bed to my new apartment. and then, before you said goodbye, you gave me the rest of kristie's unbelievable cookies from last weekend. my dad: i love him.