chevellechick
photo ©Veronica Kibbee 2011

photo ©Veronica Kibbee 2011

Where’s YO head at?
Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

Anne Lamott

photo ©Veronica Kibbee 2013

fishingboatproceeds:

mistressazariel:

So says John Green on twitter. It is awesome :D

Now I am saying the same thing on tumblr. Click the link. Read the poem. It really shaped my thinking about TFiOS a lot.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.
Charles Simic
This isn’t the best picture…I think they look awesome in person. They were still a little swollen when I took this…
It is a challenge taking pictures of your own feet :)

Right Foot, text: A brief candle; both ends burning… 03.25.85 - 08.18.07
This line is for my younger brother, Derek, who accidentally od’d in 2007.

Left foot, text: …you’re free at last…  02.12.55 - 01.13.10
This line is for my mom. she had battled crohn’s disease for years, and eventually succumbed to liver cancer. now, she is free from all of the ailments she faced in her life. I miss them both so much.

Both lines are excerpts from this poem:
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You’re free at last.

This isn’t the best picture…I think they look awesome in person. They were still a little swollen when I took this…

It is a challenge taking pictures of your own feet :)

Right Foot, text: A brief candle; both ends burning… 03.25.85 - 08.18.07

This line is for my younger brother, Derek, who accidentally od’d in 2007.

Left foot, text: …you’re free at last…  02.12.55 - 01.13.10

This line is for my mom. she had battled crohn’s disease for years, and eventually succumbed to liver cancer. now, she is free from all of the ailments she faced in her life. I miss them both so much.

Both lines are excerpts from this poem:

A brief candle; both ends burning

An endless mile; a bus wheel turning

A friend to share the lonesome times

A handshake and a sip of wine

So say it loud and let it ring

We are all a part of everything

The future, present and the past

Fly on proud bird

You’re free at last.