Here’s to one of the most talented team that has ever graced our screens. You have been a great inspiration to me and what I want to be in the future. One of my goals in life was to actually work for this company. A bittersweet end for such an amazing group of people. Bye bye, Sourcefed.
Bittersweet is the practice of believing that we really do need both the bitter and the sweet, and that a life of nothing but sweetness rots your teeth and your soul. Bitter is what makes us strong, what forces us to push through, what helps us earn the lines on our faces and the calluses on our hands. Sweet is nice enough, but bittersweet is beautiful, nuanced, full of depth and complexity. Bittersweet is courageous, gutsy, earthy.
‘ I guess nobody ever really done me Oh, she done me, she done me good . ‘
1969 - Written by Lennon as an anguished love song to Yoko Ono, Paul McCartney interpreted it as a “genuine plea”, with Lennon saying to Ono, “I’m really stepping out of line on this one. I’m really just letting my vulnerability be seen, so you must not let me down.”
last night i had a dream that i was a little kid again. i was in the basement of somebody’s house that had been remodeled into a playroom and colorful toys were scattered all over the carpeted floor. underneath a big shelf/tv set that i had to squeeze myself under, a friend and i were play pretending as a restaurant server and a customer with play food; i asked her to “make” me garlic shell noodles. then when we were done playing i explored the basement some more by myself. all the shelves and boxes in the basement seemed so tall compared to little me, and i wanted to stay in that room forever. i want to go back to that dream.
I won’t lie, I’d
thought about having Harry on my bed quite a few times since he’d come into my
life – and maybe a few times before that, I was only human after all. But, I
never thought that it would be with me stood between his legs, trying to apply
peel and stick tattoos to his cheeks without falling onto him. The first one
went on effortlessly, laying proudly on his cheekbone. It was tattoo number two
that made me teeter on my feet, causing Harry to giggle and grip me by the hips
to steady me. His close proximity had my temperature rising as I held my breath
and applied a matching maple leaf to his other side.
I look?” His voice was low and rumbly and it made my stomach do a