some days the world feels like my oyster; some days the world feels like i’m at the mercy of a mischievous older sibling*… (dear life, stop shitting on me this week. please and thanks.)
*though the age differential appears to be similar, and though i once colored my baby sister’s scalp with a green crayon as i french braided her hair and then told her she was secretly an alien - this is a random picture.
Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.
love love love.
(via gatekeeper and francesca lia block’s echo)
Lately you remind me of the person Robert Hass describes in his poem “Time and Materials”: “someone falling down and getting up and running and falling and getting up.” I’m sending you my compassion for the times you fall down, and my admiration for the times you get up, and my excitement for the times you run. It has probably become clear to you by now that the falling down isn’t a shameful thing to be cursed, but rather is an instrumental part of the learning process that is teaching you marvelous secrets about getting back up and running.
(via freewill)
an average of the flags of the 200-plus countries of the Old World (2009), weighted by population, levels-adjusted to improve contrast and reduce the preponderance of red: (via The Flag Of Pure Bliss « Weather Sealed)
livin’ on a prayer aka the help me feather my mullet song (bon jovi cover) — matt nathanson
[aaand how obvious is it that i need the weekend to be here. yesterday.]
(5 plays)
holiday color wheel
(i might have changed the alignment of some of the text for readability’s sake, but this version kinda looks like it’s mid-spin on wheel of fortune. no?)
“hi (name), this is (name) from (cabinet-level government agency). remember that analysis you did for us a couple weeks ago? yeah, (depsec of said agency) thinks it looks good but i just wanted to verify that you feel confident in it. cause it just got fire-drilled to a white house roundtable about the recovery act, and we don’t have time to review it in detail.”
HOLLER. and yes i felt confident in it- staying two hours later than the feds to check through things and gather my thoughts.
My dad’s mother was the beloved cook in our family. Famous more for making simple comfort food than intricate, innovative dishes: lasagna, spaghetti bolognese, chicken dumplings, barbequed chicken, shrimp fra diavolo, corned beef and cabbage. She was most famous for her stuffing balls, which is really more of a method than a recipe per se:
don’t turn away.
keep looking at the bandaged place.
that’s where the light enters you.
holy h-e-double-hockey-sticks, homegirl has been rocking the yellow + pattern-on-pattern looks recently.
i wore a gold ruffled silk blouse (color similar to first outfit) today, but played it tres safe by pairing it with chocolate brown.
butternut squash, kale, & goat cheese lasagna. plus a glass of pinot noir. don’t knock it ‘til you try it!
