Fix your hair just right Put your jeans on tight Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy 'Cause I've been thinking I'd Like to see your eyes Open up real wide the minute that you see me.
If you don’t come through, I wouldn’t wait for you I understand that everyone goes disappearing, Into the greater grey That covers over everyday, and hovers in the distance, in the distance, in the distance
Concerning Hobbits - The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring
If listening to this doesn’t fill you with joy, I’m terribly sorry but you have no concept of happiness.
I mentioned before that I’m taking a class on the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, and I hear this piece in my head constantly as I read (along with the general Rohan theme [as heard in this undeniably badass scene]). But almost as much as the music, I love Bilbo’s narration. Especially this little bit:
But where our hearts truly lie is in peace, and quiet; and good tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of all things that grow.
And yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.
And I, Can walk down Waverly And catch a glimpse of you, and you, and you, and me While I try to synchronize. But you, You walk a little faster As if romantic winds were keeping us in time.
One of those songs that, whenever it comes on my iPod (such as about ten minutes ago, while walking home through the St. Patty’s mayhem) I think I should listen to this song more; yet, I’m glad I don’t, because then when it does come on, it somehow feels all the more appropriate and special.
Baseball fans everywhere appreciate that you wear your socks high while playing. Seriously. And speaking of baseball: what position do you play / like to play / would play in a perfect world?
I gotta say, I’m glad to hear this.
I play center field, mostly, and I love it (and I think I do a rather decent job which makes it all the more enjoyable). Throughout high school, I pitched with some frequency — my knuckler can be devastating if it goes for a strike — and played a little shortstop, but I really felt best in the outfield, and that’s where I play now.
I’ve always wanted to catch, though. Well, since sophomore year of high school, when I worked with the catchers for a couple of weeks until I broke my hand (during batting practice, of all places). I really enjoyed it right off the bat (ha). The blocking, the signs, the throws down. But, once I was able to wear a glove again, it was pretty much too late to do anything behind the plate, so I went back to the outfield.
In a perfect world, I’d be roaming the outfield grass at the Friendly Confines. I can’t tell you how incredible it would be to hit Ryan Theriot or Mike Fontenot on a cutoff throw. Like, it gives me goosebumps to think about it.
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”—Charles Dickens (via casinegro) (via gatekeeper) (via apraisechorus)