I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone.
That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.
can calm itself,
so can you.
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
(noun) A Portuguese, untranslatable word romanticizing nostalgia in its purest form. This beautiful feeling captures the yearning for someone or something that you love, which is now lost. It a is melancholic longing. Saudade’s pronunciation varies according to the speaker and country, which only adds to its sincerity and vulnerability. (via wordsnquotes)
This is the best ASL Bucket Challenge I’ve seen so far.
what had me cracking up was the way the mask deflated at the end