You’re mine, and I’m yours. And if we die, we die. But first, we live.
they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Three more days until I can see my man!! Yum. Love this guy!!
Why do you write on Tumblr? Do you write as a form of therapy? Do you just re-blog what everyone else posts? Do you follow bloggers that write about your interests? Everyone has a different reason for being here on Tumblr. I have been thinking about his a lot recently because I have been inundated with private messages for a variety of reasons. People needing advice, people worried about my depression over losing Sarah, people wanting to know what makes me tick. Even offers of marriage, companionship, or just an evening of “fun.” Those messages are great. I actually really appreciate the fun ones after a long hard day. But most recently I have received offers from publishers regarding my content. Us bloggers never think about our content as worthy of publishing. For me, Tumblr started out as a way to cry into my pillow, or just recap the day. But over time it has given me an outlet of stating exactly how I feel about people and situations. I guess in the middle of my messes I have said some stuff that has actually “moved” people. And in a profound way. I guess some personal topics I decided to post about hit a nerve with some followers, and I think that’s a good thing. Anytime we can reach someone and make them feel a tiny bit better about what they going through….well, then that’s dope. I wish I had Tumblr as a teen. I had my friends and my skateboard……and back in the day….that had to suffice. :)
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Cheaters often ask this question. If I cheat………and no one is around to hear it (witness it)……does it count? There was a “Sex and The City” episode about this. They talked about cheating below 47th street. It didn’t count. Cheating with an ex. It didn’t count. I guess it’s all a matter of interpretation.
At the end of the day I guess the main thing to remember is that even though people are silent, or don’t talk about things…..it doesn’t mean that they don’t know what’s going on. Whether they choose to ignore and accept it, or run……..that is the question. :)
In other words, if you think you are getting away with something…. think again my friend.
There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.
Dalai Lama (via fr4life)
If historical heroines could “tweet.” Sharing their thoughts in 140 characters or less.
@Pocahontas - Wondering if new hottie’s name is really @John Smith #suspicious
@Georgia OKeeffe- Signed up for a flower painting class. Hope it’s not boring #vaginas
@Queen Victoria- Not in any rush to start dating again. Still not over @CousinAlbert #Match #JDate
@AynRand - #Retweeting is lame. Think for yourselves, you twits. #Fountainhead #Dunderheads
@FridaKahlo - Anyone recommend good tweezers? @Diego is complaining. #Revlon #unibrow
@GretaGarbo - I want to be alone. Stop following me.
By Linda Yellin
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, “If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?”
Some try to hand me money, they don’t understand
I’m not broke – I’m just a broken-hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you?
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving
Policeman says, “Son, you can’t stay here.”
I said, “There’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year.
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows.
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.”
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving,
I’m not moving, I’m not moving
People talk about the guy that’s waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world
And maybe I’ll get famous as the man who can’t be moved
Maybe you won’t mean to but you’ll see me on the news
And you’ll come running to the corner
‘Cause you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I’m not gonna move