“I still believe in the resilience of the human heart and the essential validity of love; I still believe that connections between people can be made and that the spirits which inhabit us sometimes touch.
I still believe that the cost of those connections is horribly, outrageously high…and I still believe that the value received far outweighs the price which must be paid.”—
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”—Jack Kerouac (via coupable)
Around the zulily office you can often hear a harmony of “aww”, “gorgeous”, “sooo, sooo cute!” and even the occasional “awww-dorable”. Since we launched our back to school competition, these sound bites are practically orchestral.
We’ve been appreciating all your entries and thought we’d post…
Autumn is fast approaching and the days are feeling a little fresher every morning. At zulily, we’re starting to hanker after all things cosy. In truth there are few things that could evoke more feelings of pure snuggliness than a woollen baby blanket. Our guest blogger Evin O’Keeffe,…
His smile is like the tickle of an orgasm, humble in its approach but wild in delivery. Some days that’s all it takes, just the glimmer of his eyes and the tease of his smirk to have my heart melt with satisfaction. I find myself lost in whimsical pursuit of his affection, yearning for his…
I have been reading several historical books recently, where people – apparently having had their fill of life, or a blow to their psyche of some sort – ‘take to one’s bed.’ It is such a dramatic statement, and suggestive in its tone and words. It suggests deep thoughts, deep tragedy, deep feelings, supreme decisions.
I myself would love to be able to ‘take to my bed’ and spend a good several weeks there (with brief respites to get up and stretch, get a drink, etc) and mull over whatever it is strikes me as important that day – whatever my deep thoughts are circling the drain on at 11.52….16.19….23.08 (I think I’d cycle through topics…not a great one for staying still, am I.) Today, those topics would be:
Why does working in Excel suck the joy out of people.
What am I doing, and where am I going?
What is it I want in life? Choose a lane, damn it (not sure how many lanes there are to choose from. This will require further mulling.)
It occurred to me today while I was working on spread sheets (Excel brings out the dour side of me) that I may already be past the halfway point in my life. Egads! I must immediately DO something to make my life thus far worthwhile! Important! Memorable! Alas, the spread sheets had taken my happy away, so no ideas on how to achieve any of the above was speedily forthcoming. Hence, my thought that if I ‘took to my bed,’ I’d have the luxury, perhaps, of figuring out what my shining moment should be.
Does ‘taking to one’s bed’ get covered by taking a ‘duvet day’ from work, or does it require more?
Sometimes I convince myself that I’m in need of religion. Other times sex can do the trick. Then there are moments like these, moments when I feel absolutely insatiable. And although they are fleeting, these transitory occurrences seem to happen more often than not. I’m in a constant search for…
He notices her immediately. He stares at her from a distance. It is clear right away, he loved her once. The look on his face tells me he has been expecting this moment of seeing her again for a long time.
The moment she sees him, she freezes. She looks like she just saw a ghost, like up to this…