Sometimes I just stop, and sit, and think … and then I’m just genuinely shocked to discover I don’t own fairy lights.
Sometimes it’s good to look up.
Sometimes Law and Order SVU is really really funny.
Sometimes my father and I like to call it Laura Norda.
We think we’re really really funny.
Some day I’ll get away.
Some day I’ll live here.
Some day.
Sometimes, to cheer myself up, I look at this David Gahr photo of Springsteen visiting Redbank, New Jersey in ‘79.
(Source: clambistro)
Sometimes I like to sit on the bottom of the pool.
I get sad when I have to come up for air.
Someone once told me that there’s a fish called The Sarcastic Fringehead.
That was pretty much the highlight of my year.
Sometimes I look at the Moon, and I imagine that those darker spots are caverns, cities, islands, and the places that shine are those where the sea catches the light of the sun like the glass of a mirror. … I would like to tell of war and friendship among the various parts of the body, the arms that do battle with the feet, and the veins that make love with the arteries or the bones with the marrow. All the stories I would like to write persecute me when I am in my chamber, it seems as if they are all around me, the little devils, and while one tugs at my ear, another tweaks my nose, and each says to me, ‘Sir, write me, I am beautiful’.
—Umberto Eco (via clavicola)
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Sometimes I get a bit mad.
Sometimes I get really mad.
One time I got so mad my face turned red and I got a heat rash for three days.
People laughed.
Sometimes I think that my hair gets up in the middle of the night, runs laps around the room, has a little party and then climbs back on my head
