December 2011
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Alan Rickman
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
“Everything in high school seems like the most important thing that’s ever happened in your life. It’s not. You’ll get out of high school and you never see those people again. All the people who torment and press you won’t make a difference in your life in the long haul.”
—Mark Hoppus (via xo-daphne)
November 2011
“It—it’s not that I’m not nice. It’s just that I read so much into every relationship. If I was doing a customer-service thing and I had a 30-second interaction with someone at a store, it would be on my mind all day. I’d wonder, ‘Did that person like me?’ And they’d have already left the store.”
—Jesse Eisenberg, 7x7 San Francisco, August 14, 2011 (via vcamarillo)
Dear Future Me
Never lose patience. That is what has kept me sane for the past eighteen years. Even if things seem terrible— your bakery fails, you’re alone, you’re unhappy— remember to be patient. Good things will come in time.
But also, never become too comfortable. If your bakery does fail, try again. If you’re alone or unhappy, do something about it.
And never ever lay all of your trust with one person. You may think you’re comfortable in a relationship, but they can turn and break everything you had with one move.
And buy lots of cats.
