Pizza is always the answer.
To the question of life.
Bubbling cheese atop a fresh layer
Of basil. Thyme. Oregano. Sauce. Tomatoes. Perhaps some sliced mozzarella.
Made with love.
And hopefully Italian hands.
Hands that toss the flour, the water, the salt of earth.
Dancing with the dough.
Rolling with the deep.
Composing the great work of art, like a symphony of spices.
Bursts of a great land.
Mastication of the masses.
As you take that first bite and the world melts away like Italian cheeses and prosciutto.
A firework of flavors.
The great za that catalyses zen.
|—||Kurt Vonnegut (via modernhepburn)|
It’s officially been ten years since I graduated high school. Momentous anniversaries tend to get me thinking. My reunion’s a little over a month away and I’m actually excited about it, kind of… But I’ve been thinking about who I was at 17 and who I am now. Not that I was a loser or a jerk or anything else that should be warranted as “bad” for a 17 year old. I was naive, yeah. Immature for my age, yeah. Braces from ear to ear and a roundish face and shortish hair, yeah. Hadn’t lost my baby fat yet, hell hadn’t really progressed much physically yet. I was a lattttteeee bloomer. But I was a good kid. I had a sweet heart and a goofy smile and I cared about people too much than I probably should have. I was smart though and ambitious. I was at the edge of a big crazy world out there. A big big adventure that was yet to be had. I could barely do a load of laundry and hadn’t driven more than twenty minutes on the freeway. Fast forward to this week and I’m driving home in a car I’m paying for from a real job to my own apartment. I have a cat that I’ve managed to keep alive for three years! I have a degree and I’m working on a masters. I laugh everyday and I take life in stride. The braces are gone and so is the baby fat and for the first time in a long time I can say that I’m really happy with who I am. I feel like an actual adult! And the journeys been pretty fan fucking tactic. The road bumps and all. I’m just really proud of myself and the person I’ve become and it makes me really excited for the next ten years. I really don’t care about impressing a single person at that reunion and that feels the nicest. Although, I’m not going to mind strutting my ass in there looking fly and feeling awesome.
I’ve been so frustrated with all the Game of Thrones buzz and freak outs and spoilers but I finally finished the last episode and HOLY SHIT. I knew what was coming and it still was shocking, I still thew my hands over my face, but I most definitely did not cry. (I totally did)