The Brooklyn Bridge

Maybe. I love writing about literature, and I did a bunch in junior high. HA HA. Junior High. Remember that? Take a moment. You okay? Now we're back. I finished this book right before my 2:00 AM toast today, and I just felt like it deserved a post. I've been amiably and aggressively encouraged to delve into each of John Green's novels for about three years now, so I finally began. An acquaintance of mine also said I look like the girl on the cover so I should start with this one. I don't really see it, but I suppose it's difficult to determine such a thing when you've never really seen yourself from an external source. This was actually just the only one my library had in. Paper Towns  by John Green is one of those enchanting, flutter-by novels with a delicious twist of humanity and realism. Margo Roth Spiegelman is that exciting, incredible force of nature every reader either wants to be or bang. She makes you want to pull out and elongate your bucket list o...

But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes, Lives not along immured in the brain; but, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices, It adds a precious seeing to the eye; A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind; A lover’s ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp’d: Love’s feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockl’d snails; Love’s tongue proves dainty Bacchs gross in taste: For valour, is no Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical Asbright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair: And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch pen to write Until his ink were temper’d with Love’s sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears And plant in tyrants mild humil...

Today is a day full of love. It is the Sabbath day, a day about our Savior, who has infinite love for all of us. Some of us go to church with people we love and who love us. And it's also Mother’s Day. Mothers are without a doubt among the most loving people I know. These are just a few of the mothers I admire: Molly Weasley: I admire her because she will do anything to protect her children from the harm or influence of evil. Liz Jorgensen: Liz is one of my favorite friends. She also loves Harry Potter, like I do, so she's automatically super neato. Liz never loses faith. She's currently going through a very serious time with her newborn son, Eli (you can read her blog here ). However, she is the happiest, most positive person I know. She continually glorifies Heavenly Father for every small blessing in her life. She loves her family and is completely dedicated to them.  Mary Williams: Mary dedicates her life to loving everyone as if they were her family. Mary w...

...Goodnight room Goodnight moon Good night cow jumping over the moon Goodnight light And the red balloon Goodnight bears Goodnight chairs Goodnight kittens And goodnight mittens Goodnight clocks And goodnight socks Goodnight little house And goodnight mouse Goodnight comb And goodnight brush Goodnight nobody Goodnight mush And goodnight to the old lady whispering "hush" Goodnight stars Goodnight air Goodnight noises everywhere --"Goodnight Moon", text by Margret Wise Brown This post was mentally conjured last night, so, that's what it all refers too. I drove in last night to see Grandma Joan's moon peaking over the neighbor's, which finally made me happy. Grandma Joan's moon is that very thin, sharp, lovely crescent moon. We call it Grandma Joan's because she really liked it. That's all, but it makes me think of her, and she is one of my favorites. I know she still loves it, and whenever it's out the world is reminded of her love. ...

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through –  And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum –  Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb –  And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space – began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here –  And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down –  And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing – then – 

I have this best friend named Teagan, and aside from the fact that she is leaving me for some college shindig in three months, this is probably the most amazing conversation I've had about my children. P.S. We may possibly really like Harry Potter, musical theatre, and church. A lot and every day. Brooklyn Bridget Our children must be bffs. April 29 Teagan Oh my gosh. Perfection. April 29 Brooklyn Bridget Done. April 29 Teaga n We're going to live next to each other and have cute little houses and lawns and have dinner together and life will be HAPPY April 29 Brooklyn Bridget A matchbox of our own... April 29 Teagan With picket fences and cake. Lots and lots of cake. April 29 Brooklyn Bridget Yes. Well, I don't like cake, but we can still have lots of cake. April 29 Teagan We can cake AND ice cream. ...

"If you can explain it, it's something other than love." "That will be the time I will mentally give birth to 55 puppies." "Is it a bribe or a gift?" "Ah, such a splendid little war." "No. White chocolate doesn't exist." "Brooklyn, people like you laugh at a joke three times. Once when I tell it, again when everybody else gets it, and once more when you get it four years later." "My birthday is Octujocember 38th. In other words, none of your nosy business!" "I am always so happy when I'm not the most OCD person in the room." "If at first you don't succeed, just be a bad example."

ODE TO MY SOCKS Pablo Neruda Mara Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder's hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin, Violent socks, my feet were two fish made of wool, two long sharks sea blue, shot through by one golden thread, two immense blackbirds, two cannons, my feet were honored in this way by these heavenly socks. They were so handsome for the first time my feet seemed to me unacceptable like two decrepit firemen, firemen unworthy of that woven fire, of those glowing socks. Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation to save them somewhere as schoolboys keep fireflies, as learned men collect sacred texts, I resisted the mad impulse to put them in a golden cage and each day give them birdseed and pieces of pink melon. Like explorers in the jungle who hand over the very rare green deer to the spit and eat...

Snollygoster! What a fantastic word! Isn't it amazing?! And here comes the very best part. . . . It's a REAL WORD! Oh yeah, you read correctly! Snollygoster is most certainly a real wonderful word. So, what in the word does it mean? Guess! Guess! Please, go ahead and guess! (keep 'em guessin, right?) AnYwAy, now that you have all mentally submitted your hypothesises, I will reveal the answer! If you guess that snollygoster is a Russian type of stiletto heel, you are absolutely wrong! Haha sorry, and it's not a British expression meaning "Oh My!" either. Snollygoster is first of all, a noun, and is defined as a person who cannot or should not be trusted! People would display me as a snollygoster with sharp objects, graceful dancing, and probably kerosene (Tehe Zach). So. . . CONGRATULATIONS! You have learned something new this day just by coming to Random Thoughts Emporium! Way to bee! Keep on buzzing! Okay! Now turn off the computer and do something adventurou...