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"Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels...."

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 19:31:33 -0700

“Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”

- Unknown (via the-healing-nest)

"I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul."

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 19:06:31 -0700

“I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.”

- Woori (via thatkindofwoman)

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"If you get stuck, get away from your desk. Take a walk, take a bath, go to sleep, make a pie, draw,..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 21:17:54 -0700

“If you get stuck, get away from your desk. Take a walk, take a bath, go to sleep, make a pie, draw, listen to music, meditate, exercise; whatever you do, don’t just stick there scowling at the problem. But don’t make telephone calls or go to a party; if you do, other people’s words will pour in where your lost words should be. Open a gap for them, create a space. Be patient.”

- Hilary Mantel (via larmoyante)

"1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things. 2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 21:16:05 -0700

“1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things.
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.
6. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember.
7. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.
8. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.
9. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.
10. We covered the smell of loss with jokes.
11. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents.
12. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.
13. I’m not a dog.
14. We were trying to prove our blood wrong.
15. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.
16. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.
17. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.
18. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.
19. You were too cruel to love for a long time.
20. It just didn’t work out.
21. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.
22. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.
23. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
24. The women in my family die waiting.
25. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you.
26. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.
27. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.
28. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”
29. His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile.
30. We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love.
31. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.
32. I’m a lover without a lover.
33. I’m lovely and lonely.
34. I belong deeply to myself.”

- Warsan Shire, “34 Excuses For Why We Failed At Love” (via larmoyante)

doloresdepalabra: Philip Karlberg, whose stylish and immaculate...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 23:50:47 -0700

doloresdepalabra:

Philip Karlberg, whose stylish and immaculate photography has charmed us in past with work like Pin Art Portraits, got a little fruity for his latest work. Shot with stylist Mattias Nyhlin for the current, May edition of Plaza Magazine, take a look at these sunny, tasty fruity faces. They may appear restrained, but are as always effortless, light hearted, and just a little tongue-in-cheek.

(Trendland)

When I wingwoman

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 01:59:03 -0700

whatshouldbetchescallme:

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"An honest bookstore would post the following sign above its ‘self-help’ section: ‘For true..."

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 01:49:38 -0700

“An honest bookstore would post the following sign above its ‘self-help’ section: ‘For true self-help, please visit our philosophy, literature, history and science sections, find yourself a good book, read it, and think about it.’”

- Roger Ebert, I Hated, Hated, Hated This Movie (via larmoyante)

exactly.

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 01:40:10 -0700

exactly.

roomsinc: Stairs street art

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 12:31:19 -0700

roomsinc:

Stairs street art

When someone messages me to tell me how funny they think I am

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 12:26:52 -0700

whatshouldbetchescallme:

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ehh...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 08:24:43 -0700

http://insidescoopsf.sfgate.com/blog/2013/03/26/joshua-skenes-explains-the-cost-of-saisons-298-menu/

Now that is something I just can’t wrap my head around. I’m quite sure that over the course of history the over-consumption and “high-end” consumption of food has been a sign of status, and a gross privilege. Kings and queens and aristocrats while often citizens around them were starving. I see no difference here. His justification isn’t even for just pay to local farmers like good ol’ Alice Waters, which still doesn’t address the issue of accessibility for folks but at least its in the right direction however arguably for her work with Hyatt Hotels which actually has a bad track record of not paying employees fairly. Anyway, fuck a foodie!

"Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 17:10:40 -0700

““Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.””

- Rumi (via larmoyante)