in case you can’t tell, i’m the one in the crinolines.
dear god I love this song so much
tiptoes.
…And rich?My god, how sad… And true.Found this on the link that Ashley posted moments ago.
TRUE FACTS.
(Source: timestwenty)
our summer of water. to come.
“A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages.” —Tennessee Williams
(via ayse)
ayse:
love. (by Joe Miller)
› This Machine Kills Cancer: A year, in reverse
Rebekah, here.
Today is Thanksgiving which means it’s been a year since Shayne was diagnosed with Lymphoma. The past 365 days feel waterlogged, like a book that’s been dropped in the bath. The pages don’t fit neatly into a one-inch binding anymore, but instead fan out in the blur of memory. I…
Who’s the most talented person you know?
My husband, which is cheesy, I know, but I don’t know anyone else who can count to 170 in binary with his hands, beat me at Scrabble and build me a garden box out of old doors.
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Three things that are totally boring & not great:
1. When designers compete with one another for no good reason. There is no “World’s Greatest Designer” award, so stop trying.
2. Folks who consistently ask their “friends” for free design work. I don’t ask you to teach my kids or paint my house for free, so why do you get that privilege ?
3. Being a designer is an awesome job. I love it, but it’s also work. Real work that is sometimes as boring as being an accountant, so give credit where credit is due.
(illustration by Brendan Wenzel via ffffound)
Surprisingly, the hardest thing to hear lately is when folks say “Oh sorry, I’ve just been so busy.”
Busy? I had no idea this had anything to do with you.
I’ve grown a bit of a metal heart lately - almost quite literally. I can’t hear one more diagnosis. I can’t hear about one more person I know who is sick. I can’t hear another person say “I know what you must be going through.” I can’t have another friend not show up because it’s too difficult. “How selfish of you…”
I want to go back to 7 months ago - that post liberal arts degree pondering of “what am I supposed to do with my life.” That frivolity is lost on me now. This is what I’m supposed to do. Show up. Take care of my family. Be present. Understand that it’s the smallest things that matter the most. “Oh hidy, hidy what are you trying to prove?”
This will be something we live with for the rest of our lives, it will never go away. But every day is one step closer. Every day is one more day.
But still “we’re damned if we don’t, and we’re damned if we do.”
