“We celebrate birthdays where all you have to do is not die for 365 days and yet we let people who have made our lives better walk around without knowing it.”
— Drew Dudley (via quotefullness)
I find this particularly ironic, given the birthday I have ahead.
I may be spending tomorrow, perhaps a good part of my life in the near future, far away (though maybe just a few daladala rides away, if I’m lucky) from people I know, care about, and consider friends. For that, and for many other reasons, I want to say here: a truly sincere THANK YOU!! You know I’m talking to you, even if I’m not looking at you. Those of you who have been my friends and family, who have let me be yours, and who have kept pushing me to figure myself out, to get a grip, and to be a better friend, student, and person, whatever that means. Especially when I’ve been lost in my own thoughts, or having one too many (yeah, many) solitary moments.
Sending out my love. Now go eat some cake! (as I think at least one cupcake aficionado I know would exclaim, it’s not a birthday without someone eating cake)
“I like being a mess. It’s who I am.”
Calista Flockhart, Ally McBeal (via thoughtsdetained)
Oh, Ally McBeal.
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, ‘Dear Jim: I loved your card.’ Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired t the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…”