tuesday truths in bullet form...
walking home after Dorian hurt my heart a little bit…all those trees :(
ice cream with a mix of warm caramel sauce & warm strawberry sauce in a waffle bowl has been my new obsession
my feet are cold
i am feeling a little burnt out. and maybe a little sad. i know i am usually go, go, go but lately…i just feel like i want to sleep, sleep, sleep. maybe it’s the change in season. maybe it’s too much ice cream.
great lake swimmers are playing at kings playhouse and i can’t wait!
i need a haircut
i literally just found my photos from my trip to fundy park…i wanna go back!
the fact that it’s 7:30 and almost dark out makes me wanna cry a teeny tiny bit. i am not ready! i want more summer.
and ice cream. i want more ice cream. sigh.
whatcha readin'? 2019 {book 13::goal 25}
here’s a secret
that’s not really a secret…
i love fairy tales.
and this felt like a fairy tale to me.
a little girl lost and abandoned,
secrets kept and whispered and wondered about…
a mystery,
a book of fairy tales,
a hidden garden, walled away from the rest of the world…
oh, i loved this book.
i will warn you though…i had to make notes at one point
of who was who and how this person knew that person
and so on and so forth. :)
5 out of 5 ♥♥♥♥♥’s
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a very smurfilious post...
i don’t pick favorites but…this one is kinda my favorite…heehee
here’s a fun fact that
maybe
you didn’t know about me…
i like smurfs.
well…all retro toys really…
but i really have a smurfy-spot
for these little guys…
maybe i identify with them
because they are only 3 apples tall…
but regardless the reason,
i just really love smurfs.
i had planned on collecting 99 smurfs
(including gargamel and azrael)
so that i could have the whole village
and maybe someday build mushrooms
out of paper mache and set up photo shoots…
yes. i apparently do have too much time on my hands.
i had been stuck at 89 smurfs for a bit…
but recently, some kind people have
passed along some new smurfs to me
so, it makes me incredibly happy to tell you
that i now have
ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN smurfs!!
I can’t tell you how excited i was..and how
much i love that people will randomly
bring me smurfs…i find them on my desk at work,
in my mailbox and when I am out for walks…
but a couple of weeks ago
my aunt Marie was having a family get-together
which is exciting enough on it’s own because
yay, family!
and double yay, chicken fricot!!! just the way i like it!!
but, as soon as i walked into the house
i saw a plastic yellow bin in the entry way
FULL OF SMURFS
and not just ANY smurfs.
i mean, i love all the smurfs i get…but these…
these were SMURFS I HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE!
and i seriously couldn’t contain myself…
normally, i am a little more polite and reserved and calm
but i was literally like “ummmmm….
what are these here for” and when she said they were for me
i just about cried.
these were just so smurfingly smurfulous that
i had to do a small smurfy photo session
so i could share them here…
if you are not into smurfs,
well..you probably stopped reading 7 paragraphs ago…
heehee
and i know that now that i have reached my goal
i really, really should be done
but…i can’t…especially now that I have seen these guys…
i am telling you
i would not been more excited
if someone gave me diamonds…
it was sooooo fun to go through them
and see all the different ones…
and the papa smurfs…
sigh.
so smurfingly smurfy it just makes me want to smurf… :)
whatcha readin'? 2019 {book 12::goal 25}
i finished this
quite a while ago
and when i was done
i didn’t give it 5 hearts…
i gave it
5 broken hearts.
i made a note in my phone
as i was reading this…
it said:
i am reading it.
and it is very good.
but i cannot say i am enjoying it.
so sad. so fucking sad.
and that is still how i feel.
the story was harrowing and yet
somewhat hopeful
and the descriptions
so vivid, it made me feel ill
and unable to sleep…
i often catch myself thinking
who could do this,
who could be this monstrous,
this inhuman
and then i think
of the gradual descent,
the blurring of lines…
of lost morals and the absence kindness or empathy…
of misplaced hatred and fear…of the power of propaganda…
of children kept in cages
and i wonder
how backwards
we are willing to let ourselves slide
and honestly
that keeps me awake at night, too
wondering if we have
learned
nothing.
5 out of 5 broken ♥♥♥♥♥’s
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