hahahahah. my best friend is a lyrical database. we were talking about how much he’d missed in a few months and how chaotic it’d become around here. he recited that.
and continued to remind me of how undeniably stupid i am in comparison to him. but that’s okay. he’s too good for chapel hill.
i’m glad i have him. he challenges me. without being an asshole.
Zoe and Simon - my doggie niece and nephew at bath time. They are quite adorable.
i dont care what anyone says, this man is charming. and way adorable. and makes bank. what could be better?
Your name is Sierra
(you already knew that)
you need an umbrella
eh?eh?
For what, you ask?
For dime-novel drama
even if you wanna
for being mary poppins
to be able to fly away
for you to have you time
so you can feel fine
eh?eh?
For sizable storms,
even if they’re fun
for boys with charms,
they ain’t always lucky
for poems that are sucky
ahem, ahem.
I’ll be your umbrella
kay, ella?
he’d been listening to too much rihanna, obviously. haha. but i enjoyed this more than any of my other presents. at least he knows me well. we once had a pretty deep convo. about my weakness for charming guys. i printed it out and put it on my wall last fall, with the other things people had written for me. i just found it again.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I’ll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There’s one thing I do know… and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.” -Rhett Butler, Gone With the Wind.
(via Ashlee)
