Friday, July 13, 2012

Worm Food...

Compliments of In the Woods

"I remember that moment because, if I am honest, I have them so seldom. I am not good at noticing when I am happy, except in retrospect. My gift, or fatal flaw, is for nostalgia. I have sometimes been accused of demanding perfection, of rejecting heart's desires as soon as I get close enough that the mysterious impressionistic gloss disperses into plain solid dots, but the truth is less simplistic than that. I know very well that perfection is made up of frayed, off-struck mundanities. I suppose you could say my real weakness is a kind of long-sightedness: usually it is only at a distance, and much too late, that I can see the pattern."

-Tana French

Monday, July 2, 2012

Dear Me,


  

I may not be where I wanted to be, but I want to be exactly where I am.