The gift of memory is an awful curse,
With age it just gets much worse,
But I won’t mind.
Secret life of tumblr
What a shitty day.
I’m not a huge fan or the word “shitty” but it just sums up how I’m feeling and how it felt today.
I feel like tumblr is my last place of refuge where I can write stupid emo stuff like this. Twitter feels too public now and Facebook… I don’t even use Facebook…
I need to get my life in order so I can get back to New York as soon as possible. I feel like life was “easier” there.
As the possibility of a relationship had faded, Emma had endeavored to harden herself to Dexter’s indifference and these days a remark like this caused no more pain than, say, a tennis ball thrown sharply at the back of her head. These days she barley even flinched…
another tennis ball struck home…
The tennis balls were coming thick and fast now, the odd cricket ball mixed in there too.
Things I am bad at:
Decision making. Estimating. Overall judgement.
Things I am good at:
When I find myself by the sea, in another’s company by the seaThe XX
When I go out to the pier, gonna die and have no fear
Because you, you just know, you just do
[Howl comes running out of the bathroom, screaming. His hair is now orange]
Howl: Sophie! You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!
Old Sophie: What a pretty color.
Howl: It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!
Old Sophie: I just organized things, Howl. Nothing’s ruined.
Howl: Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!
Howl: Now I’m repulsive.
[slumps into a chair]
Howl: I can’t live like this.
[starts sobbing, head in hands]
Old Sophie: Come on, it’s not that bad.
[Howl’s hair changes color to purple, then black]
Old Sophie: You should look at it now, its shade is even better.
Howl: [inconsolable] I give up. I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.