My dinner rocks. (Taken with instagram)
I got new LUSH products this weekend!
That brand is seriously great and I’m so happy I know about it now and use their things. I bought my first solid shampoo and I got a mini bottle of conditioner and love them both. Slowly making the transition to a fully LUSH cosmetic repertoire.
Wow I hate my life. They were so great together.“When Rachel was on set we knew she was the right girl for the movie. And I also knew she was the right girl for me.”
I finally know what I want to do with my life and am excited as hell.
The only problem is that my mother is mad that I’ll have to transfer out of state for school to do it. And I mean, yeah it’s a bummer because it’s more expensive, but I swear that my mom doesn’t care what I do as long as I live within twenty minutes of her for the rest of my life. Which is even more of a bummer because I have such big dreams and goals for myself, and not one of them involves living in the boring city I currently do. And with the degrees I want to get, I literally cannot stay here. I feel like my mom can be really selfish sometimes; she wants me to be happy as long as she’s happy too and as long as what makes me happy is something she wants too. That’s why I’m a different person from her, so I can live my own life as I please, and do the things I’ve always dreamed of doing. I just wish she’d understand that I’m my own person, and if that means I have to move somewhere far away or that I want to travel around, not living in one place for too long or that I want to run a marathon in every state before I die or that I want to get a great dane when I grow up, then she has to let me do those things and not make me feel bad for wanting to follow the things I’m passionate about.
Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons – all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life – take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
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| — | Jeanette Winterson, Why I Adore the Night (via growing-orbits) |
