February 2012
6 posts
I am lost in space, my own space that is. Work is numbing in this recession, there is nothing passionate to be found in the design world of a tumbling economy. I could possibly be staring into it too deeply and not seeing the opportunities. Money seems to prevail all when you have a house and a family to be fed.
It’s lonely working in your own office with no clients calling, no...
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via aastrolatry)
January 2012
18 posts
oh no, oh my: #75: This is becoming something →
ohno-ohmy:
“You have to stop fucking with people,” he whispered into my ear. “People’s hearts are real whether or not you want to believe that, whether or not you’re ready to accept that.”
We had sex in the room he grew up in, on stale wood bunk beds, small, glow-worm stars taped up by loving parents. He…
“This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world,...”
– Franz Kafka (via quotewhore)
Melancholy is a fungus in America that I want to abolish. Who is with me?
December 2011
4 posts
I’m back from the dead and ready to fill you with the many scattered images rattling through my head. More to come….
June 2011
5 posts
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
3 posts
Once again, I have created a stillness that is solid and seemingly unbreakable. I cannot shatter it. I continually attempt to push the stillness out, but it keeps returning. It is a thick comforting blanket that is smothering my desires. This is not a peaceful state of stillness that I long ago tried desperately to enjoy. This rigid, frightening silence reverberates through our house like a...
January 2011
9 posts
The riddles of my life will someday have answers, right? Maybe I don’t want the answers after all.
I want books. I am addicted and want more and more of them. That’s all I want these days. I have grown tired of the people in my day to day life. They continually bore me and display an insignificant amount of passion to earn my interest. I need the books to simply replace the...
growing ever tired of fighting the current….
long overdue, my body has surrendered to the struggle and will now simply float with the breeze and trust that this will all pass in due time…
Detach, Inspire, Create
Rather than setting myself up to break my standard New Year’s Resolutions, these are my three words to live by in 2011.
Detach:
1. the act or cause of disconnecting.
2. indifference or remoteness from the concern of others.
3. absence of judgement or bias; to receive reality directly.
Inspire:
1. to affect, guide or encourage by filling with confidence and encouragement.
2. to fill...
Fine….I’ll do it all myself. AGAIN!
Why is it that nothing seems to get done unless I do it? I am not that picky with my expectations. I just wish people would start the tasks and make some effort. I don’t ask for perfection from anyone other than myself. I simply ask them to try and get it started. That’s it, nothing more. However, I would love to see something...
November 2010
2 posts
I loathe early mornings, cold cars, dirt sticking to my feet as I walk through my kitchen, ferry lines, expectations, my daughters 5th grade math homework, my toddler’s new passion for peeing everywhere, and last but not least, my undying desire for perfectionism.
I long for more freedom, enthusiasm, knowledge, control, stumptown coffee, dusty bookstores, extra dark chocolate, sexy women...
October 2010
6 posts
“I could get used to anything—that is, not really get used, but somehow...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground (via alltomorrowspardis)