'pictures of lilly made my life so wonderfullllll'

"The Icelandic Phallological Museum is devoted entirely to collecting penis specimens from all sorts of land and sea mammals. The museum has received a legally certified gift token for a future specimen belonging to Homo sapiens."

Someone please clarify: does that mean that they are going to put a human penis on display?

Hehehehehehe.

I love wikipedia. =D

edit:

"Although the museum does not yet have a Homo sapiens specimen, in the interest of advancing phallological knowledge, a patron (Páll Arason, born in 1915 and currently 94 years old) has donated, presumably posthumously, an affidavit for his penis."

"is it me, for a moment? the stars are falling"

Fingers crossed that Mum has bought the wii today. Yes, thrilling, shut the fuck up Leisha, just because you can think of stuff to blog about.

Off to buy his present. >:D

Why are we compelled to inflict pain on the ones we love?

In some cases, it's because I'm buying my boyfriend, whom I seriously love with all my heart, a food stuff that he has sworn he'd never eat. I also made him promise that he'd eat it. He's scared.

But in other cases it could just be a thoughtless word, an intentionally spiteful comment, doing something, anything, that makes them cry. You love them with all your heart, yet you lapse, slip into that selfish part of you that you try so hard to hide but it still comes out, all the time, Jekyll and Hyde style. doctorjimmyandmisterjimwhenimpilledyoudontnoticehim

You're aware that what you're saying or doing will just cause them pain, will bring tears to their eyes and a lump to their throat but you do it anyway. whyohwhy

It doesn't mean you're bad. Everyone does it, don't they?

Human = Fail.

"a beggar, a hypocrite, love reign o'er me"

Who are we but the sum of our mistakes?
Draw a line in the sand
And cross it once the waves have washed it away

Look in the mirror and break the glass
Frustration is a powerful force

"only love can make the rain that falls like tears from on high"

I can't think of anything to say except a string of timeworn cliches that cannot express the depth of the feelings I hold inside of me. I fear that if I say how perfect this all is, it will all shatter around me and I'll be left holding fragments of what once was. But deep down I know that won't happen. I trust you when you say that you'll always want to be with me, and that your love for me is boundless. I would thank you til the end of time but still my gratitude wouldn't seem like enough to repay you. So I guess I'll just have to settle for those three little words, which have been said thousands upon thousands of times but never lose their meaning:

I love you.