It'd be better outside
09Dec2009

Hopper by David Lehman

The disappearance of a cat is a good omen,
He said when she told him that hers was missing
A week after moving into her new house.
Cats in captivity violate the natural order,
He said. They should be out prowling, left
To fend for themselves in the streets and alleys
Of cities whose night life depends on them,
Of having them in the picture along with a cigarette,
A lamppost, the lid of an aluminum garbage can,
A police siren, an off-duty nightclub dancer
In a flimsy frock, with a run
In her nylons. A searchlight, a spotlight.
Strapless. The theater poster on the wall.

09Dec2009

"The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have enough; it is whether we provide enough to those who have too little."

Franklin Delano Roosevelt
08Dec2009

Considering my fiance and two of my best friends worked there so long, it is so strange to me that Myspace just shut down Imeem. Goodbye Imeem.

08Dec2009
08Dec2009
Originally from lovepuppy
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08Dec2009

"Vulcanize the whoopee stick more"

Spam
08Dec2009
(via theprincessblog)
Ryan is taking me to the SF Ballet’s Nutcracker on Thursday! I’m so excited!

(via theprincessblog)

Ryan is taking me to the SF Ballet’s Nutcracker on Thursday! I’m so excited!

Originally from theprincessblog
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08Dec2009
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Originally from xtalcase
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08Dec2009

"Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies."

Nelson Mandela (as found in The Success Principles by Jack Canfield) (via lovepuppy)
Originally from lovepuppy
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08Dec2009

Starlings In Winter by Mary Oliver

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly

they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,

then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine

how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,

this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,

even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard, I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.