one hour, one week, one month.

<>'What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live? What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfil? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write?'
originally from blissful b's blog
this is where i want to be. if i had one hour, one week, one month. with a room full of people i love the most. and a basket full of books.
happy weekend!

i just want to fold....

when i was younger, i would accompany my mom and sisters into northern getaway (remember? 'cat-street boys??), and since i grew out of their clothing by grade 4, i could never join in the clothing buying.
however. it was at this time that i think i learned to be anal... anally organized. i would use their tshirt folders to fold the shirts while waiting for my mom and sister to finish up.
it evolved, when i met a guy who had folding shirt hangers (like these ones). he had two side by side, and each square had a different colour - yellow(s) and orange(s), red(s) pink and purple(s), blue(s) and green(s), black, and white, and prints. he had a folder (like the shirt folder from northern getaway), and they were completely organized from lightest to darkest. it. was. beautiful. so i started folding my shirts in the same way - though, without the folder... and man oh man. it shows.
and yes... i DO have an addiction to beige/white and blue striped shirts. so. what.
then. this..... this amazing wonderful technique. i can fold my shirts perfectly without a folding board!
and here we have it. i have a problem. i can't WAIT to refold all my shirts!

i want someone....

i could listen to this song forever on repeat. i'm not mushy, lovey dovey, or romantic. but this song.... oh this song. i get goosebumps, and stop in my tracks. i can't breathe properly. i get choked up. i just sit. and listen. i love love love this song. for how painfully honest and beautiful it is.
"No One's Gonna Love You"
It's looking like a limb torn off | Or altogether just taken apart | We're reeling through an endless fall | We are the ever-living ghost of what once was | But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do | No one's gonna love you more than I do | And anything to make you smile | It is my better side of you to admire | But they should never take so long | Just to be over then back to another one | But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do | No one's gonna love you more than I do | But someone, They could have warned you | When things start splitting at the seams and now | The whole thing's tumbling down | Things start splitting at the seams and now | If things start splitting at the seams and now, It's tumbling down | Hard. | Anything to make you smile | You are the ever-living ghost of what once was | I never want to hear you say | That you'd be better off | Or you liked it that way | But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do | No one's gonna love you more than I do | But someone | They should have warned you | When things start splitting at the seams and now | The whole thing's tumbling down | Things start splitting at the seams and now | If things start splitting at the seams and now, It's tumbling down | Hard

it's a long road....

Don't talk | Don't say nothing | I just packed my things | And I'm headed for something | Where I'm going | Well, I don't really know | The road is calling | So I've got to go | Yes the road is calling | so ive got to go | We bid farewell | as the winds blew like hell | said we'd meet again | Like some storybook tale | but, no, we don't talk | We don't say nothing | I'll just pack my things | And go headed for something | but where i's headed | well i didnt really say | the road was callin | and i's on my way | yes the road  was callin | and i's on my way | So dont talk | dont say nothin | ill just grab my things | and pretend like theres nothin | between us no more | as i walked out the door | she closed it behind me | and cried on the floor | and i couldn't talk | No, I couldnt say nothing | I'll just close my eyes | and head blindley towards something | cuz where I'm going | Well, I don't really know | the road is calling | so i've got to go | Yes, the road is calling | so i've got to go
matt costa 'the road'
originally from jordan-sullivan's flickr
 happy friday everyone... enjoy the weekend. all there is, is an open road...
i'm going to walk it.