Two sips from the cup of human kindness

writing, art, interior design, nature, animals, doctor who, and the soft contemplation of a freshly graduated university student
In the end he had become that which he hated. Everyone seems to forget that Hook himself had once been a boy. Not an ordinary one, but one chosen by the Neverland. A boy like Pan. He had stolen away and know the singular pleasure of being the island’s darling boy. Until he had killed his own Hook, then the island had spurned him and the fairies brought it a shining new boy after he had grown, nourished on bitterness and unfathomable rage, into the man. Into Hook. You see it’s a cycle. The faces are different and always changing, but the roles remain the same. There must always be a Hook and there must always be a Pan to fight him and cast him down.

(Source: lordeddardstark)

It’s official, I’m gonna scream

I’m trying to plod my way through this last article so I can spend the weekend relaxing, but some people insist on yelling into their telephones at the bottom of a stairwell. 

All of the children are coming over tonight and I cannot wait to get out of here. The whole weekend is going to be infiltrated by screaming kids and it’s just one more thing tallied on to the list of reasons why I hate living here. “Oh don’t worry they’re not over that often”, except it’s all the time and it’s obnoxious. They’re constantly bothering me to see River, and I know they’re just excited about something new, but I just want some fucking peace and quiet. They scream almost incessantly and they always look at me like I’m supposed to entertain or praise them. 

GO AWAY. 

I’m tired of writing about things I don’t want to write about, and I just want to be in bed with my boyfriend, giggling about inside jokes, playing video  games, and snacking. 

Two more weeks tops.. just two more weeks.

This has been a complain-y post.

Ugh

doing things! 

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

—Claude Monet (via ambling)

(Source: larmoyante, via das-tier-in-mir)

One article down, two to go, and thoughts along the way

I’m thinking about making a health, wellness, and food related blog. I really enjoy talking about these kinds of things and if I stop writing for the paper I won’t have a platform anymore. I could pick a day of the week to post an article to keep myself on track and in between post recipes and yoga videos that I like. 

I feel like this will make me happy and give me an outlet to talk about my personal health without feeling like I’m rambling to an empty room.