October 2010
2 posts
Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss...
– Ned (Lee Pace), Pushing Daisies (via eunichick) (via quote-book)
Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are:...
– Al Franken (via kari-shma)
January 2010
24 posts
The best lyrics are the ones that give you goosebumps, or make you cry in...
– Katy Perry (via quote-book)
Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the...
– Eustace Budgell (1711)
A friend is like an oreo, its not always that great, but it always gets better!
– ~ Erin Westbrook
Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock. It’s very simple. Look —...
– - DR. Sheldon Cooper. PH.d (The Big Bang Theory….)
LOL :))
When you tell the truth your problem becomes part of your past, if you lie it...
– Anonymous
you are what you love, not what loves you back.
– Anonymous
the worst battle is between what you know and what you feel.
– Anonymous
life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here, we should...
– Anonymous
December 2009
46 posts
BEST BEATLES SONG?
(via artpixie)
Strawberry Field Forever
Hey Jude
Eleanor Rigby
All My Loving
With A Little Help From My Friends
Black Birds
Happines It’s A Warm Gun
And All The Beatles Songs… hehehehehe ;)
Reblog if you listen or are a fan of THE BEATLES,...
artpixie:
sssuchawordshaker:
awwwwshit:
mynameiscasanova:
flashbackhumor:
darcywalker:
rainbowskyline:
(via artpixie)
i amn’t really a fan but i do listen & this is really cheeky tumblr, fu!
i know two people who would reblog this if they had tumblr ;)
I wouldn’t say I’m a fan but I do like their music!
Then your a fan of their music? ;)
Tell her that you love her. You’ve got nothing to lose, and you’ll always regret...
– Love Actually (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
Ode on Solitude
quote-book:
blogut:
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! who can unconcern’dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by...