bbook:

Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love…and let’s face it, you got a big head start. 

bbook:

Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love…and let’s face it, you got a big head start. 

(Source: hippiesincalifornia)

dasfreefree:

revwarheart:

I’ve always wanted to live in the Swiss Family Robinson tree house. When we went to Disney World for the first time, I didn’t know they had a recreation of it until we were right upon it. I walked through there with tears in my eyes and couldn’t even say a word. It was like coming home after being a lifetime away. <3

I’ve been to Disney so many times, and I’ve never been here because my brothers are jerks. Next time, I’m going to this even if I have to go alone.

(Source: ihatemcc, via mskaidanovsky)

"Is it Adams Morgan, or Morgan Adams?"

My mother, attempting to help me search for apartments in DC.

"Your parents bought me one of those French hats for Easter. Whaddya call ‘em? One of them berets. I like it."

My grandfather, on my parents’ present for him from France. My family is a caricature.

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Someone did ask me for directions to the metro ( the paris subway ) tonight. Guess they thought I was a Frenchman. Of course , I smiled and said &#8220;metro&#8221; and pointed!

My parents are still in Paris and being generally adorable.

Someone did ask me for directions to the metro ( the paris subway ) tonight. Guess they thought I was a Frenchman. Of course , I smiled and said “metro” and pointed!

My parents are still in Paris and being generally adorable.

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The waiter asked mom where we were from since she was speaking entirely in French and he was surprised to hear we were from les Etats Unis. He complemented mom on her French. He made no comment about my strong abilities to smile and say “merci”.

Mom told him about you and your stay in France and realized we should have taken his picture to send to you as he was very cute.

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My father, from Paris. My parents are across the pond for their wedding anniversary and apparently attempting to set me up with French boys (my mother is a French teacher). I’m not complaining.

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Hate Him.

lazybookreviews:

An evil, wizened old man stole a t-shirt that was tossed to ME by Anthony the Ball Boy at the Mets game (heading into the tenth inning now.)

He had previously ripped a ball from a small child, so I sincerely hope he has a terminal disease and is misguidedly attempting to live each day to the fullest.

Story time! I am 12, my dad has scored awesome seats along the third-base line at good old Veterans Stadium, I’ve just learned how to keep score and am chowing down on a massive hot dog. Life is grand.

We are cheerfully heckling J.D. Drew along with the entire stadium when he shotguns a foul ball STRAIGHT INTO MY SECTION. I leap out of my seat, step on half the people in our row and fling myself towards the foul ball, only to be shoved headfirst into the ground by an asshole 20-something who proceeds to pry my fingers off the ball, smile nastily, and run away.

I cried and my dad bought me a Jimmy Rollins jersey. It’s still the closest I’ve ever come to catching a foul ball.

this is my dad outside my dorm at 8 a.m. last october just before driving me two hours to centralia, pa. to do interviews for the indepth article that was consuming my life at the time. 
at first he told me to stop bothering the residents. an hour later he was tracking down sources like a pro and asking to borrow my camera to take pictures. he&#8217;s kind of awesome like that.
happy father&#8217;s day, dad. one day i will finally follow your grand plan for my life and write best-selling counterterrorism novels so you can live happily ever after.

this is my dad outside my dorm at 8 a.m. last october just before driving me two hours to centralia, pa. to do interviews for the indepth article that was consuming my life at the time. 

at first he told me to stop bothering the residents. an hour later he was tracking down sources like a pro and asking to borrow my camera to take pictures. he’s kind of awesome like that.

happy father’s day, dad. one day i will finally follow your grand plan for my life and write best-selling counterterrorism novels so you can live happily ever after.

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