Since it is Friday and because I’m admittedly curious about tumblr reach, I am giving away a signed copy of John Mayer’s “Inside Want Out” to one lucky person who reblogs this post. You must reblog this post by Sunday, 3/18 at 11:59 PM EST to be eligible. I will literally pick someone at random and will contact you afterwards for your details.
Please note, this is a signed copy of the re-release of Inside Wants Out distributed by Columbia Records.
Good luck and spread the word!!-RY
PS, international people outside of the US will be eligible!
Love it :)
So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer
(as a side note, I have never agreed with a book more on the matter of life and how we should live it)
Love this
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Here I am….
Rock me like a hurricane!
Look how you want me now
that I don’t need you.
Adele, Found a Boy
Pre-lobster sunburn. Damn you comfy outdoor swing for lulling us to sleep in the sun!
Happy Pedamundo!
Which is also my birthday weekend. Bi-winning!
This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
30 Day Challenge: Revised
I’ve decided the 30 day challenge is too much of a commitment for me and also, some of them are boring. So I’m skipping the ones I don’t want to do/forget to do and cutting it down some. Thank you for your cooperation.
9. Put your i-tunes on shuffle and write the first ten songs it plays
- “Radio” (acoustic)-The Format
- “Now I’m Here”-Queen
- “You Don’t Have To Believe Me”-Eric Hutchinson
- “It’s Tricky”-Run DMC
- “The Times They Are A-Changin’”-Bob Dylan
- “Year of the Dragon”-Sufjan Stevens
- “Carry This PIcture For Luck”-Dashboard Confessional
- “Good Day Sunshine”-The Beatles
- “St. Patrick’s Day”-John Mayer
- “Someone Like You”-Adele
Interesting mix of my musical taste. I’m going to resist my urge to supplement with extra insights into my playlists and let that stand.
30 Day Challenge: Day 8
8. What You Ate Today
- Oatmeal squares cereal
- Banana
- Coffee
- Grapes
- Hummus/pita chips
- Peanut butter and banana sandwich
- Glass of V8 juice
- Some corn chips
Tune in for the second half of the day, in which I go on a sugar destruction/college student crasher diet. Inevitable and delicious!
30 Day Challenge: Day 7
7. Five pet peeves
- Drivers that turn way too slowly around corners
- People that send you more than one text at a time, so before you can reply to one they’ve already sent another
- Airline and phone companies. No bigger shams on earth.
- Interrupting
- Slow walkers/people that stop in inconvenient walking zones (on staircases, in doorways, etc).
I realize this list probably makes me sound uptight and rude, but there’s just no good way to make listing what bugs you sound nice.
