"You look so different," he said.

"You mean older."

I watched him reach up and take a strand of my mother's hair and loop it around her ear. "I fell in love with you again while you were away," he said.

I realized how much I wished I could be where my mother was. His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything - for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes.


(extract from The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, picture via)

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“Basically, I think love is a feeling. It’s that feeling you get when you know you are going to see that person. You’re always counting down the minutes, the hours, the days, or even the months until you will see them again. Cause you love that feeling you have when you’re with them. You know that butterfly, giggly, warm, this-smile-is-never-gonna-leave-my-face feeling. Love is a feeling of perfect happiness & contentment. Being in the arms means that everything will be okay & even if it’s really not going to be, you get a feeling that they’ll do whatever they can to make it be, or just to try to make you feel better. It’s that feeling that you are loved for who you are, & you love them for who they are. Every bit of them, no matter how obnoxious or out of character it may seem at times. It’s about how you love to brag about them & annoy your friends cause half the things they say or do really isn’t all that sweet & is really overly corny, but you can care less cause that to you is special. It’s about how they are the first one you want to talk to when anything is good or bad, & how you are always learning something new, no matter how long you have been dating. It’s about changing & being a new person. Not necessarily changing your ways or who you are, but wanting to be different & a better person simply cause that person is in your life & you want to be everything to them.”

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I was very lucky the other day,
I managed to get the lace skinnies in store & they were the last pair in my size :D
But I'm now coveting for these,
silver polka-dotted skinnies are way too awesome.

Want these so bad.
I can understand my love for batwing sleeves (Flap flap)
but sequinned sneakers?
I might just have an inner hiphop child.