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can’t help falling in love (elvis presley cover)—fleet foxes
favorite love song of all time.
SO good.
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by Marc Johns
I think this is going to happen to me because I’m ready fifty shades of grey.
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Why are there tears in my eyes?
This morning I woke up at 5:30 in the morning to watch a landmark building in my town implode. I was super excited.(I would not get my lazy butt out of bed if I wasn’t totally into it) How many times can you see a 15 story building collapse on itself? We stood there in anticipation as the crowd grew and awaited the sirens that would let us know we had two minutes until detonation.
When the building started to fall, my emotions quickly changed. I stood there shaking in the midst of cheers and all I wanted to do was run away. I stood planted to the spot while ash and debris filled the air and moved in a cloud, enveloping the onlooking crowd. I didn’t give a damn about the building. It was an eye sore and I didn’t care about it. So why was I so upset?? It took me a bit to realize why…I was scared. This is what all the pictures looked like from NYC when the twin towers fell. I know this is absolutely ridiculous. I wasn’t there in NYC when there were terrorist attacks. I know I am being completely irrational and emotional. But it still doesn’t stop me from thinking, “oh my god this could be our lives everyday. But instead of cheering we could be screaming. We could always be breathing this ash and oh my god how did ANYONE survive when this happened in NYC?!?” It’s SCARY. To see such a huge building collapse so easily. To hear the explosions and see it fall like it was made out of twigs.
I guess I just freaked out. I don’t understand why I have tears in my eyes as I’m writing this but I do feel a bit better. I guess I understand, thank god, that isn’t our lives and that we are blessed to be able to celebrate a building falling down because we are the ones who tore it down not some scary people trying to attack and kill us.
I realize that I’m completely crazy and irrational. I’ve known this for some time. Yay for weird random things to set me off. When asked, I’ll tell people that it was the coolest thing and I loved it.
![Gary Cooper with his wife Rocky, 1930s [via wehadfacesthen].](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnc04m0MYr1qet8i6o1_1280.jpg)
Gary Cooper with his wife Rocky, 1930s [via wehadfacesthen].
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Whenever I’m having a particularly vicious day, such as today, I like to go back to my childhood books. They never cease to bring on an onslaught of nostalgia that makes me simultaneously happier and bittersweet. They were so simple, complexities of the world not present and that provides me with an escape. The books in this post are only a few of many books that I hold dear to my heart.
I can recall when I was a bit younger, I had more imaginary friends than I had real friends. In actuality, I didn’t have any friends. I’d go for an adventure to Neverland with Wendy or I’d help Alice get away from the Red Queen, and I wouldn’t return until supper. Long live the era of princesses, magic and pirate ships. <3
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"There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees."
— Victor Hugo (via modernhepburn)
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"Live every moment of your life as if you were about to bump into the ex you’re most bitter at. Live your entire life as revenge."
— Hilary Collins
You have to encourage people not to give in to the temptation to be normal, even if it isn’t easy.
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"No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your ‘religious freedom.’ If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs."
—
President Barack Obama
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In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you love? How deeply did you learn to let go?
- Siddhartha Gautama
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