Tom Hanks: A Day at the Park
If you don’t love him, you’re just weird.
Tom Hanks: A Day at the Park
If you don’t love him, you’re just weird.
Rupert Grint on Christmas Day 2011
be my christmas present!
gotta love Rupert :)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
this is exactly how i feel lately, and it’s completely depressing. no matter what i do, i have yet to shake the feeling that if i were smaller, i’d have boyfriends or i would have found the one by now. logically, i know that thought is inaccurate. but logic doesn’t change how i feel. that feeling keeps tearing me down more and more every day. i’ve had an eating disorder for 19 years. i have friends who have had ED’s and are mostly recovered. i’m jealous because they’re thin now. that thought makes me so disgusted with myself, i can’t even tell you. i just want to change my mind…and the more i try, the farther it slips away from me. so i’m left with confused thoughts circling around a single question: just what in the hell am i supposed to do?
— Henry David Thoreau (via horrorparadox)