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I don’t know where this is from, but it is kinda amazing. I really want to buy more books but I know I shouldn’t until I’m done reading the many I have.
from this summer on Bon Portage Island.
I am thinking of just spurging and buying some cheap tiny camera for a hundred bucks so I can start on a 365- mine is just too bulky for it to be portable everywhere I go. But I also want to save up for an SLR when I graduate, so this would be taking money away from that. I don’t know. I miss summer, it is raining too much for me to take many pictures since I don’t want to ruin my camera.
the man I end up with to be the kind of guy who will read my favourite books and write notes in the margins for me.
The funny thing is, at one point I think I did too. But instead I’ve ended up with a wonderful, thoughtful, amazing guy who is not much of a reader at all! Then again, at the moment neither am I.
This is a Cuban tree frog on a tree in my backyard in southern Florida. How and why he ate this light is a mystery. It should be noted that at the time I was taking this photo, I thought this frog was dead, having cooked himself from the inside. I’m happy to say I was wrong. After a few shots he adjusted his position. So after I was finished shooting him, I pulled the light out of his mouth and he was fine. Actually, I might be crazy but I don’t think he was very happy when I took his light away.
i made this my background, you can download it in high res to do that.
this is how i feel now. i have been acting in ways i wouldn’t have a few months ago i think, and he says he is wearing off on me, and maybe that is it. but i realize i have to stop caring quite so much, stop letting every little thing get to me. otherwise the pressure is just too much.
i don’t know why but i have a craving for motorcycle boots. too bad they’re $100 and leather. i wish money wasn’t a problem for me and i so badly desire the day when i won’t be.
i don’t know when but that day is gonna come.
Jon McGregor, “If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things”
I love the way he writes, how lyrical and poetic it is, I love reading novels like this. It’s gorgeous.
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Yeah so this is just totally guilt-tripping me that I have this book, sitting unread, on my bookshelf in Montreal. When will I have time to really read again? Sigh. It makes me miss highschool.