I have a lot of issues with One Tree Hill. But one thing has been consistent about this show—I’ve always loved Brooke Davis. She’s savvy, she’s stylish, confident, and best of all, evolved. She grows sooo much from her early days. She has such a warm and loving personality, as well as being strong and tough when she needs to be. She has enough grace to forgive Peyton for betraying her—multiple times I might add—and she lives life by her own terms. I think what impressed me the most about Brooke Davis was her reasoning for returning to Tree Hill in season 5. Peyton came back for a boy, Brooke came back to start a new life. That’s impressive.I also love the growth of her relationships with men on the show. They started out from being purely physical, to puppy love, back to physical (to keep her heart from being broken again) to true love, and then to adult love. I wasn’t totally sure about how she fell in love with Julian, because in all honesty, I was getting sick and tired of her getting Peyton’s castoffs—but their relationship won me over, especially Brooke’s line about always being a footnote in someone else’s love story. Sigh.
See what a group of engineers did to encourage people to use the stairs in Stockholm.
(Source: hellyeahchandlerbing, via belief)
I believe that cynicism is just idealism with a broken heart.
Not God, not the Almighty, no Lord or Saviour or Messiah. He has no white robe, no staff, no books. My god smites no sinners and saves no sick, asks for no penance and offers no paradise. My god is quieter. My god stirs in the snowy silence of winter walks home and lives in the sunlight that blinds me momentarily on the long bus rides, that reminds me how good it feels to be alive. My god knows the secrets I’ve whispered into blankets and collarbones. I worship nothing and belong to no -isms. You will never find me on your front door with a pamphlet and a sales pitch. I know how the universe works, the wonder of stars and the cosmos, of black holes and expansion, of the inevitability of death and mortality. My god is not one of delusions and make-believe. It’s just — Late at night, when I am tucked into bed and somewhere-in-the-distance (or somewhere-in-my-mind), I can hear a voice telling me that I am not alone, I believe.Sometimes, secretly, I think maybe god exists.
i wish..
I won’t fight to stay when all you want for me to do is leave. I’m not gonna miss you when you don’t miss me. I’m not gonna care when you don’t at all. I’m just not going to try anymore. You’ve kept my hopes up for much too long. It’s about time they come crashing back down to
I used to constantly look for people to replace you. Someone to talk to everyday, someone to trust, someone to believe in, someone to love, someone to have the time of my life with. I stopped though. I learned some people really can’t be replaced.
