August 2011
July 2011
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"to unpathed waters, undreamed shores"
although i have poured out my soul these past 3 years in my job and paid these people with my blood, sweat and tears (almost literally), and i’ve quit my job with confidence that i’m doing the right thing, i can’t deny that i have pangs not of regret, but…sadness. sad that i am leaving a place i could almost call home. a place where i have developed such strong bonds with coworkers, my mentor. a place where i have spent 13 hour days, like a family. sad that i am leaving these children, students. a feeling that i’m deserting them. in their lives where there is so much turmoil and change, we remain a constant, routine, safe place. but now i am leaving. trusting that these students stay positive, and happy, and confident. and on track. there have been moments when i was literally pulling out my hair and thinking, get me the fuck out. and then days when a student makes me laugh so hard i spit up my coffee. or moments when a student says, “ms. harrington. you look really pretty today….yeah ms. harrington, like a big o’ ball of sunshine!” (seriously, i just heard that this morning). it makes my heart melt and i think, so long kiddos. for now, but not forever. because these kids often feel like my own kids. the push and pull. the waves of disappointment, anger, pride, and love. but i cannot kill myself in this job. i need a change, to renew my love for life. but i will never, ever forget this place, or my kids. i am beyond thankful for what this school and these students have done to my black heart…
no paris
so i’m not going to paris…but it doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. paris spring 2012!
“To be capable of steady friendship or lasting love, are the two
greatest proofs, not only of goodness of heart, but of strength of
mind” —anon
greatest proofs, not only of goodness of heart, but of strength of
mind” —anon
tyra banks is the most annoying woman ever. you are not oprah. your show is absolutely stupid. i actually feel more stupid catching the last 3 minutes of your show. 3 minutes I'll never get back.
ok that is my rant for the day…
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
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Billy; age 4 (via thatkindofwoman)
what a wise little sage…bless.
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just seen: on facebook
[redacted status] LAaaaaaaaaalLALlaLALalallALlaa 9 days til HAwwwwAaaAiIAiaIIAiaiiiIAiIAi :D:D:D:D:D
umm…excuse me? sometimes i just want to quit this FB crap.
The story of my life ...
I’m going to write a book about my life. It will go a little something like this: it was the summer of 2011 in Portland Oregon, I read The Help and I had a tan for 2 weeks and then it rained for the rest of July and August.
That’s all I got so far.
Funny…that’s my same story.
The workings of Satan
The Nordstrom sale is ev-il. It makes you think you need all this stuff when in reality your closet is busting at the seams, unable to move the hangers, the pole and shelves slouching at the weight of all your CRAP.
God help me…
“There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.”
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Douglas Everett
…in the process of turning dreams into reality…
“I knew she had been through the flames, was the flame, had conquered the flame, and was soldered iron tight and beautiful because of it.”
—sophie ward (via maniplease)
“A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages”
—…my cousin’s new tattoo. Baller. I’m next.
Drowning
Midwest storms are no fuckin’ joke…
