November 2011
"They were free in the trash!"
My co-worker saw one of the ladies that works in a different office walking in the hallway with a whole bunch of candy canes in her hands. My co-worker was like “Candy canes!?” to which she replied: “Yeah! They were free in the trash!”.
Ew.
The Art of Serendipity: "You make my frown turn upside down, and now my worries are gone" →
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Sometimes things gradually fall away from what we recognize as “normal”.
What’s normal could consist of someone else- of having someone in mind when we make daily decisions. Normal could be missing them every time they’re not there and your fingers lacing together the second that they are. Once things end and they’re gone, we adjust and that becomes normalcy. We adjust because we have to. We begin to recognize that they are no longer who we thought they were, they are no longer who we want them to be. Things change and you go back to focusing on what you’re dealing with then and there with no one but yourself in mind. Yet again, things change- and you find yourself someone who will come into your life to prove that not all hope is lost. That just because we are stuck in a bitter world, we don’t need to attempt to constantly keep ourselves in a dream- there are reasons to enjoy reality.
Thank you. For making these days okay and looking out for my well-being:) For making me feel like i deserve better than to be second choice.
Hey, maybe We should move to Seattle:)
I hear it rains, often.
That awkward moment when you receive "Happy Thanksgiving" wishes saying that they're "Thankful to have you in their lives" and you don't know who it's from.
“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.”
—Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via tranquillum)
