the roots of me

lostintheunexpected: Sleeping at Last- I’m Gonna Be (500...

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:27:27 -0400

Sleeping at Last- I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)

Walls, curtains, and pre-prom syndrome

Thu, 09 May 2013 18:30:00 -0400

Before a recent rush of thoughts entered my mind, I have been completely content with the fact that I will not have a prom date. Why should I be in distress about this anyway? I’m a pretty independent person. I always open the door and carry my books all by myself. I never needed a sturdy hand to grasp my shaky one. Being tethered to someone was never really ideal to me. Some people praise this trait I have and wish they could be the same and keep somewhat of a guarded heart. Other people feel sorry for me and assume I’ll end up completely alone in life due to my walls. I think the latter is the result of my defensive personality and the fact that I build even higher walls when a boy thinks that I’m someone worth pursuing. In reality, the wall that is made to look strong and unmoving is truly a deceiving curtain.

I’ve painted that curtain to look as if it were a piece of the Great Wall of China. Made to keep a raging war out, however, not being able to protect me from the raging war inside. It’s not strong enough to block out the occasional lonely feeling, but it is great at fooling people of it’s stability.

As I scroll through Facebook and Instagram posts of people getting asked to prom, I think about how much it means to other people that they need a person to stand next to and take pictures with. When my curtain begins to shake these same thoughts consume my mind for a few minutes. I ask my friends why I’m not good enough to stand next to a boy a take pictures. The answer is usually along the lines of how I “intimidate” them. I’m sure this is something said to soothe me of my thoughts. I appreciate their attempts, but I see right through it.

When the time comes and I’m left in a giant lavender dress without a corsage or a boy to stand next to, I pray that I am relieved and find joy in the fact that someone won’t be holding doors for me and saying obligatory “prom terms” that are suppose to make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Oh lawdy this is good.

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:20:47 -0400

Oh lawdy this is good.

She & Him- I’ve Got Your Number, Son. Vol 3.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 14:46:32 -0400

She & Him- I’ve Got Your Number, Son. Vol 3.

Had a dream I met Paul McCartney last night. You could...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 10:45:05 -0400

Had a dream I met Paul McCartney last night. You could understand my disappointment when I woke up with just a clogged nose and a sore throat.

The Great Gatsby fan art.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 20:15:54 -0400

The Great Gatsby fan art.

Insanely gorgeous day out today. Such a Florida girl.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 19:55:18 -0400

Insanely gorgeous day out today. Such a Florida girl.

Pretty sure I’ve done this more than once.

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 14:11:40 -0400

Pretty sure I’ve done this more than once.

"Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she..."

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 12:38:24 -0400

“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren’s will be. But we learn to live in that love.”

- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via bookmania)

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Currently reading this book and I must say, Jonathan Safran Foer never ceases to amaze me.

bookmania: Brattle Book Shop at 9 West Street in Boston,...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 12:26:35 -0400

bookmania:

Brattle Book Shop at 9 West Street in Boston, Massachusetts. (via gingenious)

Seriously, I love people who make things like this happen.

"In the end, even a simple word space, paragraph or full stop carries the weight of centuries of..."

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 15:56:35 -0400

“In the end, even a simple word space, paragraph or full stop carries the weight of centuries of tradition and evolution. Like Hemingway, we may prefer to leave out colons, semicolons and dashes, but as long as we do our readers the favour of spacing words, finishing sentences and breaking paragraphs, there can be no such thing as minimal punctuation.”

- A brief history of punctuation (via explore-blog)

Ways to Spend the Spring

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 15:37:13 -0400

Ways to Spend the Spring:

Wrote a blog post at @soworthloving about fun things to do during Spring. Go check it out, unless you hate Spring. And in that case, I feel sorry for your soul.

matchbookmag: Memory Lane: Our favorite J.Crew catalog covers…...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:26:27 -0400

matchbookmag:

Memory Lane: Our favorite J.Crew catalog covers… | www.matchbookmag.com

J. Crew has never disappointed me. But THIS is the greatest.

laughingsquid: Jon Hamm and Elmo Make a Sculpture on ‘Sesame...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:24:18 -0400

laughingsquid:

Jon Hamm and Elmo Make a Sculpture on ‘Sesame Street’

Gotta love Hamm.

goodwomenproject: It can be easy to focus on the end product...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:23:54 -0400

goodwomenproject:

It can be easy to focus on the end product without acknowledging & embracing the process. This week share your process photos on #instagram by taging #goodwomenprocess « if your profile is private we might miss your photos! Make sure to check back everyday to see who we feature! » http://instagram.com/p/YP8Jr7ATkr/

I wouldn't mind this life.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 19:41:20 -0400

I wouldn’t mind this life.

A life where I spend hours creating a well-organized, thoughtful, and inspiring piece of writing. Be it just for my own creative benefit or for stranger’s eyes.

I wouldn’t mind learning to type with my right hand while drinking a cappuccino with my left.

That just sounds like the best way to multitask to me.

wouldn’t mind triple checking what I write, making sure I have proper grammar but still having a bit of personality.

Because no one likes a boring-anything. Only boring people like boring things I guess.

I wouldn’t mind taking occasional music breaks.

Consisting of browsing undiscovered artist and making playlist just because it’s a new month and my August playlist was getting old.

I wouldn’t mind the blood-red eyes from hours of staring at a screen.

Well, maybe I’d mind this a little. But it’s that kind of sacrifice that comes with being passionate about writing.

I wouldn’t mind meeting people from the social media.

I find myself as a supporter of online meeting (with extreme precaution, of course). I believe exploring people, their lives, and their struggles help me become a better person and give me a worldly side.

I wouldn’t mind writing in my pajamas, or not putting on makeup, or even not brushing my teeth. This may be gross, however, I don’t care because I’m a writer.

I wouldn’t mind this life at all.

Currently, I’m writing from a local coffee shop that I’ve come to adore. It’s home-y. Much home-ier than your typical Starbucks where all there is to do is people watch and wonder if the person next to you has more gold stars than you, or is that just me?

I wouldn’t mind a writer’s life.

"Beyond treating individual letters as physical objects, the human brain may also perceive a text in..."

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 16:10:16 -0400

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Beyond treating individual letters as physical objects, the human brain may also perceive a text in its entirety as a kind of physical landscape. When we read, we construct a mental representation of the text in which meaning is anchored to structure. The exact nature of such representations remains unclear, but they are likely similar to the mental maps we create of terrain—such as mountains and trails—and of man-made physical spaces, such as apartments and offices. Both anecdotally and in published studies, people report that when trying to locate a particular piece of written information they often remember where in the text it appeared. We might recall that we passed the red farmhouse near the start of the trail before we started climbing uphill through the forest; in a similar way, we remember that we read about Mr. Darcy rebuffing Elizabeth Bennett on the bottom of the left-hand page in one of the earlier chapters.

In most cases, paper books have more obvious topography than onscreen text. An open paperback presents a reader with two clearly defined domains—the left and right pages—and a total of eight corners with which to orient oneself. A reader can focus on a single page of a paper book without losing sight of the whole text: one can see where the book begins and ends and where one page is in relation to those borders. One can even feel the thickness of the pages read in one hand and pages to be read in the other. Turning the pages of a paper book is like leaving one footprint after another on the trail—there’s a rhythm to it and a visible record of how far one has traveled. All these features not only make text in a paper book easily navigable, they also make it easier to form a coherent mental map of the text.

In contrast, most screens, e-readers, smartphones and tablets interfere with intuitive navigation of a text and inhibit people from mapping the journey in their minds.

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- Scientific American explores the reading brain in the digital age. Also see the death of the book through the ages, the publishing world on future of print and writers on the future of books. (via explore-blog)

SO true. Never loved anything so much.

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Mon, 15 Apr 2013 16:05:06 -0400

Paper love.

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 20:35:00 -0400

Their love could have made fire seem like ice crystals, years ago. Life was exciting, light-hearted, and warm. They signed a paper to show what was in their heart, along with a diamond, making it apparent to the typical stranger. They made their life, composed of communication, affectionate exchanges, and patience. But somewhere along the way, the fire faded. Not to a dim glow, but to a stick of wax blemished with hardened memories of their pastimes.

All that was left was a piece of paper stating their love and devotion to each other. It wasn’t patience; it was tolerance; It wasn’t loving submission; it was tradition. It wasn’t love; it was paper love.

In due time, the fire will pierce the candle again. But only to burn that paper love.

Taking a break from ACT study time to browse the media for...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 18:59:00 -0400

Taking a break from ACT study time to browse the media for current news and upcoming things that spark my interest. Stumbled upon this. At first I was reluctant about even pressing the little white play button, considering how much I hated Tree of Life. But Ben Affleck is in it, so it can’t be all horrible.