 Friends         | My goal is to replace my soul with coffee and become immortal.  ThatHippieGirl: What am I doing? Watching Doctor Who, of course! Day of the Doctor, here we come! 10 years ago • Report • Link 2  ReDrUm: first 10 years ago • Report 0 ThatHippieGirl: ONE MORE DAY UNTIL THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY EPISODE OF DOCTOR WHO!!! I think I might explode. ThatHippieGirl: Her name is Noelle I had a dream about her She rings my bell I got gym class in half an hour Oh how she rocks In Keds and tube socks But she doesn't know who I am And she doesn't give a damn about me 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baaaby! Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baaaby! Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me ThatHippieGirl to lynn_dancer3201: To be yourself in a world that's constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.-Ralph Waldo Emerson ThatHippieGirl: Someone is getting beheaded tonight. I can't find two of five books in the Game of Thrones books.  prollysomeday: Ummmm......are we gonna have more hotdogs on the menu assuming it was 'they' who had a hand in the disappearance?  ThatHippieGirl: Thinking about re-reading A Game of Thrones, because Tyrion, that's why. And I got the 5th book for only $6. ThatHippieGirl: XVII (I do not love you...) I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda prollysomeday: His words stick like barbs in the flesh of the mind, and after a while the barbs become darts of pure honey that sink in the soul.  ThatHippieGirl: This has got to be one of my all time favorite poems. I wish I could take credit for this masterpiece. His mind is just so amazing and forward thinking. prollysomeday: it's a moral of war from a setting in the past, but the last verse applies, gloriously and humanely, to every soldier killed in war in every time  ThatHippieGirl: I write a lot of poems about the military, and I would hope this one is a good enough tribute prollysomeday: indeed it is. writing the tribute in rhyme testifies to the care and concern on the writer's part. ThatHippieGirl: So I just found the notebook with all of my poems and stories. Turns out that my dog decided to pee on the notebook. I have to recopy everything. Wow, I'm mad prollysomeday: But you could recover the poems and stories at least..lol. I hope some of them come online. |
