these are the best days.
April 2010
28 posts
sweet disposition,
never too soon.
oh reckless abandon,
like no one’s watching you.
“What though the tide of years may roll, and drift us far apart
For alma mater still there’ll be a place in every heart.
In college days we sing her praise, and so, when far away,
In memory we still shall be at the dear old U-Va.” —[second - neglected - verse of the good old song]
For alma mater still there’ll be a place in every heart.
In college days we sing her praise, and so, when far away,
In memory we still shall be at the dear old U-Va.” —[second - neglected - verse of the good old song]
Norah Jones Wish I Could
Wish I Could [Norah Jones]
Highway 20 Ride Lyrics HD
Zac Brown Band
april, 70 degree weather, and foxfield make country music stylish.
“Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, As you will always find me yours.”
— Beethoven (via yourstrulygracie)
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I'm Into Something Good Download Link & Lyrics
17. The Bird And The Bee
[something tells me i’m into something good, the bird and the bee]
the first line of this is “woke up this morning feeling fine.” i blasted this yesterday morning, and liz pointed out that due to my 2am self-tanner miscalculation/accident, i did NOT wake up feeling fine. i just turned up the volume another notch.
“so leave now, while you still care. and then when you look back on your time here, you will care more.”
—
In:
1. rocking chairs
2. chili pepper wine
3. vintage alumni hall tees
Out:
1. name tags.
2. random.org
3. any semblance of the real world.
“I would like to apologise for saying I was a fourth year and taking two pieces of cake on the Lawn today. I feel I shouldn’t have done that. Thanks and have a great week!”
—[not-fourth-year student who apparently stole from our Trustees’ birthday party for Thomas Jefferson this afternoon.]
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“the future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.”
—[c. s. lewis]
“most people go through life dreading they’ll have a traumatic experience. freaks were born with their trauma. they’ve already passed their test in life. they’re aristocrats.”
—[diane arbus]
