Samantha, Not Sam

Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot

Hello, Mr. Van Dyke. I love you, your movies, your show, and most importantly - your shining, beautiful white hair. 

Previously posted about my list…of wonderful men to fulfill my fantasy of growing old and reading history books in bed, together, forever and ever. And while my boyfriend is an absolutely wonderful person who is obliged to fulfilling that dream of mine…I’ve recently discovered that I have a problem. I am attracted in the most bizarre way to older men. Like…really older. 

Here are some additions that I would like to add to my list of potential snuggletime reading buddies. I find their white hair/lack of hair to be immensely attractive. Someone, please find me help. 

Tom Colicchio  

Tom Colicchio with knives

 

Alex Trebek with glasses   



Alex Trebek without glasses

 

Christopher Plummer

 

Christopher Plummer as the Grand Duke Owl



Professor X

 
Magneto

Suggestions for therapy are welcome. 


 

Passed by my old apartment on Monday. It’s such a weird feeling to revisit a place that was once your home after it belongs to someone else. 

I return as frequently as I can to my childhood apartment in New York. It sometimes feels weird, as if I’m looking at the bedroom of someone else’s life…but since my family still lives there, I can see and feel reminders that it is still, in a very special way, my home.

Passing by my college apartment, a place that I shared with some very special people, was different. I saw another family living inside of it. I saw their decorations, their photos, their couch, their TV. Stalker? No. Never.

It was confusing to see another group of people living in a place that I identify such important parts of my life with. It was hard to see other people living in a place that I shared with some of my best friends. It felt as if I had never lived there…or as if I had imagined that part of my life.

Growing up and moving on are two things that I don’t know I’ll ever adjust to.  

Yeah…that’s me!!

(via regthevegg)

No one notices anything

Not one person is listening

They don’t have any way of knowing

Nobody knows that I have wings

And I can fly

Around the moon and far beyond the sky

Thank you, Seussical, for keeping me sane at work. 

ALWAYS. 

(via madforlife)

(via madforlife)

is the bane of my existence. 

So are hurricanes. 

YES. 

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