while I was away..........

hiyass guys! So I am FINALLY back! Trips are fun but its always nice to come home, jump in some sweat pants and snuggle up in your bed! On my little trip I would say I discovered many cool things.

Firstly, I finished It's Not Summer Without You, which I absolutely loved and recommend. The writer, Jenny Han, is in fact on tour right now. You can look up where or go to http://jennyhan.tumblr.com/ which is her super duper cool blog:)

I also happened to go to a gorgeous museum called the Gardner Museum. This museum was created by a art collector named Isabella Gardner, by far it is the best museum I have ever been too. Before she collected art she collected books! Therefor, inside there were stunning old books that I wish I could have taken home: here is what some of them looked like

AND I bought a little cute environmental book light that folds at MIT, also saw the Italian version of Twilight which my friend was reading -

And lastly I bought a historical fiction book about Paul Revere's daughter. Cant wait to read it!
So all in all, a pretty bookwormyish trip > totally my kinda thing.

Burned & It's Not Summer Without You!

FINALLY. After waiting for a long, long time Jenny Han's sequel "It's Not Summer Without You" and the seventh House Of Night book "Burned" have come out! Head to your nearest Barnes & Nobles and pick it up today. I'm sure they will both be ahhhh-mazing, and plan to read them both before the weekend ends :)

Blaire Waldorf

"I suddenly realized that the way to get over you wasn’t by hooking up with some random guy, or by pretending that we didn’t happen. You and I… loved each other. And then you broke my heart. I tried everything possible not to face that fact. I will kiss somebody someday… but it will be for me. Goodbye Chuck."

(from 4.26.10 episode)

Open Windows

I press my cheek upon the cold window.
the warm tears slip down the glass
camouflaged by the rain that slides down
down, down, down.
he walks. not once will he turn back
yet my eyes follow, hoping, wishing that he would
my fingers tremble with the latch
and my mouth forms shapeless words
longing for something, just something, to say
yearning for my throat to make a noise
any noise, which he would hear and turn to face me
and acknowledge my existence
or maybe it's self assurance,
maybe I'm the one who needs to know.
Numb and frozen.
my arms, my legs, my mind
the open window, the cold rain
both are not at fault
he steps into his car,

the sound of a closing door thunders in my ears
he leaves behind nothing but tire tracks
and takes with him, my broken heart.
an erratic beating, yet beating nonetheless
as it always has and always will for him.

"Those who don't 

believe in magic 

will never find it." 

-Roald Dahl

"There's a fine line 

between genius 

and insanity. I have 

erased this line." 

 -Oscar Levant

"Do one thing every

day that scares you."

-Eleanor Roosevelt

"Saying nothing sometimes

says the most"

-Emily Dickinson

Audrey Hepburn

Tonight I was watching Breakfast at Tiffany's (for the millionth time) to see how it compares to the book. I've decided that they are both alike and different but all in all, it is a pretty good take on Truman Capotes short novel. Also I can finally say that Audrey plays Holly Golightly perfectly, absolutely "darling" as she would say. I started crying when watching the scene when they are in the rain and Holly cant find her cat.

If you haven't seen the movie then head over to my place right now.

Also, if you adore Audrey then you should buy this book which talks all about her life and other movies she has made: (Sabrina is one of my favorites)

One of my favorite quotes from Breakfast at Tiffany's: 

"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."