Once upon a time there lived a girl. She slept in a lovely cottage made of gingerbread and candy. She was always asleep. One morning she woke up...she woke up.

--from My So-Called Life

sums it up pretty accurately

"'Sometimes,' said Julia, 'I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all."

--Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

came across this secret on postsecret a few weeks ago, it was as if i had sent it in myself. the picture looks just like the beach near bosch and includes lyrics from a song that takes me back to that summer instantly.

"oh, it's a picture of perfection

ah, and the postcard's gonna read

'fuck yeah we can live like this...

we can live like this'

but if you left it up to me

everyday would be

a holiday from real

we'd waste our weeks

beneath the sun

we'd fry our brains

and write it's so much fun out here"

--"holiday from real," jack's mannequin

in other news, the last few days has been nothing but an affirmation of love. i am constantly overwhelmed by the beautiful people i know. and the e-mails they have sent, the encouraging words they have shared, the strength of their belief in me and my abilities.....my heart is swollen from love and gratitude.