languorish

if I wasn't aware of the POTENTIAL of situations, I wouldn't be so bothered by the reality.
I read a thing recently (paraphrased): if you live in the past, you're regretful. if you live in the future, you're anxious. if you live in the present, you're at peace. interesting, in an airy-fairy kinda way. I vehemently despise re-puking tshirt philosophies, but sometimes I fucking do anyway, apparently.

-tombs and sgt pepper. she stays close when I'm around. I wonder how much more time we have. a month? a year? five years? five days? she acts better now than when she was diagnosed 7 months ago. she's ALWAYS been there. I can't really wrap my brain around it being any other way.
-colorful warmth.

I just thought the phrase "I am an island, longing for an isthmus!" and it struck me as amusing, and perhaps that is the problem with my social bearing. perhaps I am simply an insufferable, intolerable fucking dork.

i mean, come on! the word "isthmus"? HILARIOUS.