They're coming to Sydney in a fortnight, but I'm not going. And I don't know what will break my heart more, the fact that I won't be there that night or the fact that I won't even want to be at home listening to The Script (curled up in my bed, with a bucket of ice cream, please) or even if I was going, and I was trying to get tickets, and I couldn't........ Or that you don't want to go, even knowing how much it would mean to me.
I'm actually sitting here crying to them this moment, it's just so sad. Why can't anyone understand how sad their music makes me feel? In an absolutely good girly way though - I would put myself in a position to cry to their songs if you gave me the chance.
Two things getting me through life:
And I love instagram and pretty food and pretty photos and THIS is what I want all Summer:
This always makes me giggle and always feels like it rings true, even if I'm not there yet. But happy people look like better people, so:
And this might be one of my favourite extracts, ever. I always read it now and again, and it's just one of those things that hit home hard and you think to yourself, life's too short to waste. But it's not a waste to cry to/because of The Script, I am still dying and wanting and wanting to die to see The Script.
'Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.' - Steve Jobs, Commencement address, 2005.I ramble a lot, I'll stop now.




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