Text 29 Jan 2 notes

Books I Read: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Oh. My. God.

No book review this time, just two simple words I pray you follow: read this.

Text 28 Jan 1 note and then, it occurred to me.

last night, I curled up on the couch with my two very best Ireland girls, some caramel apples, and Sleepy Ned stretched across our laps. we sat down to watch the movie we’ve been talking about since we met, P. S. I Love You. it’s about love—but what resonated with us was Ireland. always, always Ireland.

it was Whelan’s. and it was the Wicklow Mountains. and it was everything I remember, and everything I can do to make sure I don’t forget the boundless love, comfort, and joy I felt while in that remarkable country.

and then, it occurred to me. what was making me cry wasn’t the story line, it was missing Ireland down to my very core. something feels so right about that place. for a long time, I felt this unexplainable urge. I knew I needed to go abroad and live for a while “to spread my wings and figure it out,” I told my Momma. and then I did, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I grew up. I spread my wings. I figured it out. and then I came back to Michigan, where nothing quite feels the same, and I still feel the longing pull to go go go — but this time to go back to Ireland.

maybe there’s something waiting for me there. maybe there’s nothing but the green, rolling landscape and the crystal clear water and the music that soothes me every time and the smell of hops and fresh fish in the air. and maybe all it takes is pooling some money, buying a plane ticket and then…spreading my wings. figuring it out. falling in love with that perfect place all over again.

Text 12 Jan my dear brother,

you’re going to move very soon, and it is breaking my heart.

for 21 years, you have been the best mentor, the best consultant, and the best friend a younger sister could ever ask for, and the notion that you’re not going to be right by my side anymore is .. too much.

i’ve had to do so little things in life without you there — either paving the way, or going at it right along with me. you’re about to do some great things in the big, wide world of ours, and that company doesn’t know how blessed they are to have you. i’m so excited for you, and i’m so happy for you, but i’m so miserable, because i want you to stay here, too. my dear brother: i hope you know how very much i am going to miss you. (also, let me stay on your couch, because i won’t be able to keep away too long).

There’s no other love like the love for a brother. There’s no other love like the love from a brother. - Terri Guillemets

Text 9 Jan 1 note

dear future husband,

if you don’t love Lord of the Rings at least half as much as I do, then you’re doing it wrong.

(source)

Photo 5 Jan 8 notes hehehehe

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Text 30 Dec 2 notes for the new year:

1. fix two important things I broke

2. graduate

3. get myself in better shape

4. find big girl job somewhere grand 

5. not panic too much about the million things that are changing in life

6. embrace everything while it is all still here

happy soon to be 2012. let’s all make it a resolution to be happy, to love, and to eat too much (but like…not have it count towards your calorie count for the day?). and then let’s look back on that year, and sigh, and squeeze each others hands, and say, “damn, that was nice.” / not die in the impending mystery that is dec. 21 2012.

Quote 22 Dec 7 notes
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends…you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you’ll go somewhere new. And you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.
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Iris in The Holiday (2006)

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