Things That Sparkle Often Have Sharp Edges

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Sun, 19 May 2013 22:52:43 -0700

lookbookdotnu: Tumbling (by Luna Nova)

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:12:03 -0700

lookbookdotnu:

Tumbling (by Luna Nova)

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Wed, 15 May 2013 18:36:23 -0700

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:01:31 -0700

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”

- Franz Kafka (via loquehacelaprimavera)

"When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:00:08 -0700

““When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.””

- William Least-Heat Moon (via thatkindofwoman)

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Wed, 15 May 2013 17:00:00 -0700

prettygirll: I just love the idea of worry dolls. They look so...

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:54:38 -0700

prettygirll:

I just love the idea of worry dolls. They look so scary but it’s just the sweetest thing.

A child who can’t sleep due to worrying can express their worries to a doll and place it under their pillow before going to sleep. The doll is thought to worry in the person’s place, thereby permitting the person to sleep peacefully. The person will wake up without their worries, which have been taken away by the dolls during the night.

weddingwhims: (via mini album inspiration: wedding guest book...

Wed, 15 May 2013 09:24:41 -0700

weddingwhims:

(via mini album inspiration: wedding guest book « Becky’s Blog)

"Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 09:22:28 -0700

“Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.”

- Dream Hampton (via thatkindofwoman)

lookbookdotnu: Yellow + black (by Ariadna Majewska)

Wed, 15 May 2013 09:22:03 -0700

lookbookdotnu:

Yellow + black (by Ariadna Majewska)

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Wed, 15 May 2013 09:21:49 -0700

lauramichelletwelve: This is perfect.

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:09:35 -0700

lauramichelletwelve:

This is perfect.

stephanieintransit: justaglasspassenger: thetreehouseonmulholla...

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:07:24 -0700

stephanieintransit:

justaglasspassenger:

thetreehouseonmulholland:

thatblondeswimmer:

onloveonlifee:

typette:

I remember posting somewhere once in a thread about why girls aren’t exploited in animation anymore where some guy said, “all the disney girls are drawn to be generally attractive, but I don’t think there are any eye-candy men… or are there? Are there any Disney men that lots of girls like?” and I mentioned Roger. Tons of girls replied agreeing with me and the original guy was like “wait, Roger? from 101 Dalmatians? What’s attractive about him, he’s tall and lanky and has a big nose, he isn’t muscley at all! Wouldn’t you all prefer Gaston or something? Or do you girls think his big nose is indicative of something else?” and I was like “no, you idiot, he’s a silly, goofy guy who likes animals and can play a bunch of instruments, that’s why he’s attractive. What’s the matter with you? Gaston, seriously?”

This is why we need more girls in animation. And more guys like Roger apparently.

Things I Do Not Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:04:01 -0700

thingsidontunderstandand:

In theory: yes.

In practice: no.

Midnight Ramblings

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:05:40 -0700

I came across a quote I first heard in college. The punchline has always stuck with me, as I am sure the writer had hoped. She said: “We are the daughters of the feminists who said “You can be anything” and we heard “You have to be everything.”

I am not sure when exactly in my upbringing that became, what one of my theory professors would call, a “big T truth” for me. I have always been a hard worker, focused, driven, and prided myself for it. To be honest, I boast about it constantly in subtle ways, and sometimes not so subtle ways. I feel a small glow when a person gives me that look of awe and I simply blow it off with a statement like “I like my life this way” or “It’s really not that much…”

Today, for example, I felt like I was everything. I woke up at 6am to go to yoga. Sweated buckets in my CorePower 2 class, secretly competing for the best postures. After 60 minutes, I picked up cat food, shampoo, and conditioner at CVS. Came home, held my patience while talking to my mother about my brother. Hopped in the shower and got dressed for work. Packed my lunch, talked to my boyfriend on FaceTime. Checked Facebook where I wished an old friend “Happy Birthday, hope it’s a good one!” By 9am I was on my way to work. Got to the office and typed my notes while having idle chit chat about my weekend. Went to some meetings, grabbed a coffee, did more notes, rescheduled clients, went to a client meeting where I handled a suicidal crisis. Pushed my anxiety aside, drove home, ate dinner in 20 minutes and then ran to UCSD to advise a Sigma Kappa meeting. Stayed after to help them with some disiplinary issues, and got home by 10pm. Threw on some old clothes, cleaned the apartment, scanned some documents, and showered. I ended the day shaving my legs and studying for my upcoming interview. It’s 12am.

As I sat down in my towl, hair wet, and a let out a sigh. I realized, I wasn’t thinking of all that I accomplished. All the amazing experiences, though tiring, all that I learned, smiled about, or enjoyed. Instead I looked in the mirror and saw the pimple on my face, the razor burn on my thigh, and then thought my stomach wasn’t flat enough and my skin not tan enough. I thought how I wished I was different, sexier, for my boyfriend that flies in tomorrow. I thought about how I didn’t get around to vaccuuming like I wanted. I thought about the To Do list waiting for me tomorrow. But none of this was in a self pity, low self esteem way. No, these were fleeting thoughts that suddenly made me realize I am trying to be everything when I could be anything.

Why?

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Sun, 12 May 2013 22:46:46 -0700

boquetsandbliss: Gorgeous outdoor ceremony. It’s so quaint.

Sun, 12 May 2013 22:46:19 -0700

boquetsandbliss:

Gorgeous outdoor ceremony. It’s so quaint.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 22:45:45 -0700

Me. Currently.

Sun, 12 May 2013 18:12:55 -0700

Me. Currently.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 16:49:34 -0700