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in which our heroine knows how to get her family up for breakfast…with a momma who sings, dances and serves pancakes
Is it weird that I wish Frank and Roo could meet? I could see them being little old men together, in the old soul kinda way. I imagine them sitting on a park bench, speaking to each other in code with perhaps a glass of scotch in their hand, nodding as they talk and watching the scenery. It’s weird I think this right? I’m weird.
—
jen, on her our shared desire that our dogs could hang out. it’s not weird, dude, it’s the most natural thing in the world.
the one thing i struggle with is how roo could hold a glass of scotch. everything else makes sense.
(via scenes-from-my-hood)
In which our heroine feels that this is not at all weird and thinks the puppies drinking scotch issue could be cleared up with straws…CLEARLY.
You definitely have to watch this. Full screen.
Let Yourself Feel created by Esteban Diácono
This is so beautiful.
in which our heroine finds this more than a little breathtaking
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in which our heroine quite likes it here…despite the kerfuffle over healthcare, the continued economic troubles, and bad drivers.
Sheryl Crow “God Bless This Mess”
While I dance I cannot judge, I cannot hate, I cannot separate myself from life. I can only be joyful and whole.
— Hans Bos
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in which our heroine didn’t know that people wrote protest songs like this anymore. Amazing and moving and perfect…
Amy Ray “Let It Ring”
in which our heroine is awash with memories
I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained
Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults
If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart
You have offended my faith and my trust
Until all is lost into the beauty of the day
Until all is lost
(see-yeah, see-yeah)
And I think It’s Lost
And there’s something in the way you laugh
And it makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me
You and your thesis amuse me
After and afternoon with you
And your rich brown eyes
Your lips and dark hair
Elbows and exposed knees tossing toward your ceiling (as we lay in bed)
After an afternoon
Face to palm
Tear to tear
And
Mouth to tongue
Heart to ground
Heart to ground
Say, “I am in love”
Say, “Heart to ground”
Say, everything
Oh, Heart
Oh, Heart
Oh, Heart to ground
I am in love
-After an Afternoon Jason Mraz
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around
—
-Love Actually, Hugh Grant
in which our heroine always smiles thinking of this scene…
