Feliz Cumpleaños!

Have I mentioned that I love you A LOT?! Happy 21st!

ten minutes (in your pants)

I like the person I become when I'm travelling - curious, exhilarated and eager (something I never am, apart from on my resume). It has a way of bringing out the best in me, a personality that is hindered when faced with too much familiarity. I am able to enjoy solitude to an even greater extent, discover you don't have to be lonely when you are alone. To be free of petty obligations and the expectations that come hand in hand with social responsibilities that I could all too quickly release a number two on. Things suddenly seem more achievable, more within reach; even if we have yet to establish what it is that we are dreaming of. And that's why there is joy in discovering new ways to bring about an abundance of happiness in your life. For some, smiles lie in the simple things. But for others, there is no venturing beyond the superficial and that which, to me, resembles fish scales. And all I want to do is scrape it all away, but something tells me that sooner or later I will fail to care about the emotional capacity and catalysts of happiness of others. Because we're all too busy trying to figure it out for ourselves, and we all hit a point where we realise that genuine consideration is impossible to extend to all, and purely reserved for those whom we deem to be deserving. Good things in life should never be, and never are, forced.

It's so dissatisfying to come across as something other than what we wish to portray - but more importantly, how we really are (or believe to be. I also cannot pinpoint my obsession with discussing this issue, but probably because I have time and again failed at this in reality and am somehow trying to redeem myself.) We retrace our steps and our words with the knowledge and regret that opportunities to display our innermost selves were responded with half-hearted attempts to not only establish almost two decades of background, but to make it known that we are aware that the next two decades to come will be affected by this past. Then again, people are constantly either choosing to reminisce or trying to forget the past, neither of which do us any good or aid the problem currently at hand.

smish smash

Is there such a thing as too much leopard?


HAY FRIEND

I SAID HALF-HALF

What is this obsession we all have with seeking answers to the unknown and confirming the obvious? I cannot fathom how great an amount of destruction must be to result in a change of pace for us all, to interrupt the cycle of life as we know it. For something out of this world, and of our minds. Things are supposed to be, expected, predicted, assumed. We have and we share disappointments, surprises, grief. Irrespective of nationality, age, gender, we go through the same assembly line processes as millions of others without the realisation that we do. And what we believe makes us unique makes those millions think the exact same thing. Everything we do, the lives we lead, are so in sync with everyone around us that they become not only our bearings but also our limits, whether or not they are apparent. The only answers we can give are in the form of a passcode, or a pill, despite their lack of effectiveness. If only we could live without answers, but that would mean living without questions, without our minds ticking the way that they do.

baobabs

I often find myself thinking about how horrible post-natal depression would be, but more than that (sorry very community channel of me) how awful it would be if there was nothing more than what we know. Humanity through the years has constantly been trying to better their current surroundings, through technology and transport and ways to efficiently go about our daily lives doing as little as possible. And yet, what if there was nowhere further to go? What if science didn't exist and fire could only be created by rubbing sticks together like a drummer who'd had one too many? What if there was no such thing as a circle, and nobody with the brain capacity to conjure up the idea of a circle, so wheels couldn't be invented? I have so much respect for those that got so entirely fed up with telegrams and watching the behinds of horses. Although you could probably fall back on how 'curiosity is a part of human nature' a large majority of the world could probably (and do) care less and if they stopped caring maybe the iPhone 4 would be the end of it. But of course, it's not. How frustrated would you be if you knew that there could be (and probably is) more but you couldn't find the means to prove that there was? I'd be shitting bricks.

hello goodbye

SHUT UP!

Mine, now. Best thing I've seen so far this year.

shut the door, have a seat

"Peggy, can you get me some coffee?"
"No."

I have no idea why this episode had such an impact on me. LOVE IT.

Sweltering heat. $5.50 vintage silk scarves. Crotches that jingle. Be careful be careful be careful! Tea that refuses to stay within the confines of its cup. Yes Harry, it's room 435. Walls falling off of walls. I want a Joan Holloway Barbie even though I never supported Mattel as a child, and I absolutely hate plastic toys.


Bust is nowhere near doing Christina Hendricks any justice whatsoever.