beccagrawl:

hee.

beccagrawl:

hee.

sidewalktheory:

Complete badassery

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DATE A GIRL WHO READSby Rosemarie Urquico (In response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date an Illiterate Girl)
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she  does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the  one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who  quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird  chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop?  That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially  when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the  street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating  on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the  author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who  read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got  through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she  understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound  intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday,  for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in  poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know  that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the  difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to  make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your  fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need  to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance,  dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up  to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come  to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and  again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or  two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read  understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight  series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at  2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea  and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always  come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are  real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst  and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your  lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will  introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the  same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she  will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your  boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who  can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her  monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better  off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl  who reads.

DATE A GIRL WHO READS
by Rosemarie Urquico
(In response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date an Illiterate Girl)

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

(Source: weheartit.com, via aladyinchicago)

littlemisscadillac:

I want to dye a big ass section of my hair hot pink.

don’t use manic panic…. makes your hair turn to cotton candy and not the tasty kind. And then it falls out in chunks.

littlemisscadillac:

I want to dye a big ass section of my hair hot pink.

don’t use manic panic…. makes your hair turn to cotton candy and not the tasty kind. And then it falls out in chunks.

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nationalgeographicdaily:

Mahout Bathing and Elephant, India
Photograph by Mohit Midha
Watching a mahout lovingly bathe his elephant, I tried capturing the moment from the riverside but wasn’t satisfied with what I saw through the viewfinder.  There was something lacking that made the image not do justice to the scene.  I then climbed a tree with a branch extending out over the water and got my shot, which may have been my last as I almost fell off after taking it.  I’m sure the beautiful elephant would not have been very happy about me falling out of a tree straight onto her stomach!

nationalgeographicdaily:

Mahout Bathing and Elephant, India

Photograph by Mohit Midha

Watching a mahout lovingly bathe his elephant, I tried capturing the moment from the riverside but wasn’t satisfied with what I saw through the viewfinder.  There was something lacking that made the image not do justice to the scene.  I then climbed a tree with a branch extending out over the water and got my shot, which may have been my last as I almost fell off after taking it.  I’m sure the beautiful elephant would not have been very happy about me falling out of a tree straight onto her stomach!

interiordecline:

Imagine a mini library in your huge loft… 

interiordecline:

Imagine a mini library in your huge loft… 

tyleroakley:

Religion - YOU’RE DOING IT RIGHT.

tyleroakley:

Religion - YOU’RE DOING IT RIGHT.

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spikemyicedtea:

sexandbreadsticks:

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”

 You go gurl.

spikemyicedtea:

sexandbreadsticks:

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”

 You go gurl.

(Source: leemrsmn, via enamouravecamour)