As some of you may know, my birthday is on Halloween...
I’ve never had to say, “My birthday’s October 31st,” - & I’d like it to stay that way.
Halloween, by very virtue of it’s name, is ‘All Hallow’s Eve’ - the day before All Saints Day, November 1st! It is not a day that can simply be moved.
But someone in an office somewhere thinks that’s a great idea, & they’re actually trying to have Halloween changed to - as the fourth Thursday of November marks Thanksgiving - the last Saturday of October - from now on!
Halloween has always been, as my birthday, a big part of my Self, & it would be awful indeed if suddenly that was taken away and my birthday was merely October 31st!
Which is obviously a very personal reason, but if, for any reason of your own, you would like to sign a petition with me against this change, here it is.
“And when we come for you, we’ll be dressed up all in blue, With the ocean in our arms, kiss your eyes and kiss your palms. And when it’s time to freak, we’ll be dressed up all in red, with red tin on our tounges and silver in our lungs.”
“I find parallels in nature to be a beautiful reflection of grand orchestration. One of these parallels is of snowflakes and us. We, too, are all headed in the same direction. We are being driven by a universal force to the same destination. We are all individuals taking different journeys and along our journey, we sometimes bump into each other, we cross paths, we become altered… we take different physical forms. But at all times we too are 100% perfectly imperfect. At every given moment we are absolutely perfect for what is required for our journey. I’m not perfect for your journey and you’re not perfect for my journey, but I’m perfect for my journey and you’re perfect for your journey. We’re heading to the same place, we’re taking different routes, but we’re both exactly perfect the way we are.”—Steve Maraboli (via arreter)
“If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d bring you film canisters filled with love notes and interesting books and I’d send you texts with random facts whenever I discovered something new. I’d show up at your house at midnight with a pot of your favourite kind of tea and a blanket and tell you to come down so we could lie down on your lawn and look at the stars. I’d go into the city with you and throw away your map and search for someplace beautiful. I’d photograph you every day. I’d buy you baggy t-shirts and sing to you constantly. I’d give you your space if you wanted it, I’d make you mixes for every week we’d been together, I’d hold your hand underwater, and I’d love you until you asked me not to.”—Camryn Pulaski Day (via atomos)
“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.”—Arthur Conan Doyle (via black-wolves)
“If one advances confidently in the direction of their dreams, and endeavors to lead a life which they have imagined, they will meet a success unexpected in common hours.”—Henry David Thoreau (via bookmania)