A Brisk Walk Through the Redlight District
Katie. 20. ISTJ. Watch me blog about coitus, art, science (genetics, anatomy and psychology) and boring things about my life.
It’s too chilly outside to stand outside and watch a bunch of drunks celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. I am sad.
“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” - Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World
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Sorry for all the pictures. I just have nothing relevant to say, is all.
Anonymous Asks:
accordingadayunce Said:
Thank you, kind stranger. I really appreciate it :)
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how fabulous my life is right now (despite more personal things because everyone always has something, amirite?). I have my own apartment, I’m saving $500 a month for education purposes (nursing school in the falllll!) and I’m reading, reading so many fucking books. I picked up more today (a book on Renaissance Art, Da Vinci’s works, The Things They Carried (fiction, about Vietnam), The Grand Design by Stephen Hawking, and a book about the heirs Henry VIII left… That was all completely irrelevant.
Tonight I’m going to be watching the DVD’s Blake and I checked out last week about Egypt, Rome and Galileo. My life is peaceful and calm, my life has a path once more. I’m writing more than ever and I feel happy. So often it’s fleeting, but I have high hopes. Everything is going well.
La vie est belle.
