Hope

NEW BLOG. HELP ME FUEL THIS FIRE?

I’m so happy to be a tumblr girl, and I’ll still be using this account but in the hopes that some journalist or paper or magazine or website will like what I write and maybe I might stand a chance of making it as a writer of sorts, I plan to start a wordpress account. Any ideas of blog topics, no matter the subject would be widely appreciated. I will credit you for your contributions. Drop any suggestions or catalysts for debate into my ‘ask’ box and I shall do my very best to write my own response.

I’ll update you when it’s up and running. You’re very very welcome to follow it. I’m not going anywhere though. I mean where else will I be able to fangirl over all sorts of things? Thank you so very much for your support.

THIS IS DEFINITELY ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGS EVER TO HAPPEN. EVER.

barackobama:

Jacob spoke first.

“I want to know if my hair is just like yours,” he told Mr. Obama, but so quietly that the president asked him to speak again.

Jacob did, and Mr. Obama replied, “Why don’t you touch it and see for yourself?” He brought his head level with Jacob, who hesitated.

“Touch it, dude!” Mr. Obama said.

As Jacob, who was 5, patted the presidential crown, Mr. Souza snapped.

“So, what do you think?” Mr. Obama asked.

(Source: i-moon-shine)

this little guy has been a very special part of my day :)

this little guy has been a very special part of my day :)

(Source: bookofhearts)

Finding The Way: Taha Muhammad Ali, "There Was No Farewell" 

sharingpoetry:

We did not weep
When we were leaving –
for we had neither
Time nor tears,
and there was no farewell.
We did not know
At the moment of parting
that it was parting,
so where would our weeping
have come from?
We did not stay
awake all night
(and did not doze)
the night of our…

yes please.

(Source: bookshelves)

Adam and I are seeing these two crazy cats within a week of one another when they tour in London in June. I CANNOT EXPRESS JUST HOW EXCITED I AM!

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.

The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Ayn Rand

(I needed these words today. I need them often.)

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