Anonymous said: safety goth, how do you feel about "man buns"
I do not feel anything relating to the physical human form.
Leave out my name from the gift
if it be a burden,
but keep my song.
—Rabindranath Tagore, #14 from Fireflies
Maybe one night I’ll be asleep and I’ll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angel, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Don’t try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Don’t be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.
— Francesca Lia Block, from The Rose and the Beast
In case you need some light of Dolly… which I’m sure some of you do.
Came home the other say and saw this little guy watching me from his perch. I’m going to miss living above my favorite cat book store! #cat #kitten #bookstore #twicesoldtales #seattle (at Twice Sold Tales)
Walked by here a few hours ago. :*
Phyllis Haver and Buster Keaton in Balloonatic
This past week I’ve occasionally experienced something I’ve never felt before, which is a peace in public. Most of my life, my energy has gone towards fearing or judging people. I’ve wanted this to be different since receiving an assignment in high school to take time on the bus to become conscious of what we were saying to ourselves about our fellow passengers - they’re ugly, they’re unfashionable, they’re annoying, they wouldn’t like me etc - and then try to shift the narrative. I realized for the first time how miserable what was going through my head was, and began to feel how poisonous it is to me.
I’d never known that didn’t have to be there, because I was barely aware it was. It was horrible to realize, but relieving to know I wasn’t alone in it - it was an exercise we were set to do for just how common those evil eyes are. It was a good exercise, but just the beginning of my working through the bullshit. I think it’s taken me until now to realize just how much space it all occupied. So much. And it’s definitely taken me until now to realize that it truly can be different.
The past few times I’ve been on buses I’ve looked around me and felt neither special nor defective (a feeling that contributes strongly to my judging people harshly) - merely another one of the weird, beautiful human horde going somewhere. The words aren’t there. There’s peace instead. A surprise. I haven’t had to try much and I feel love for everyone, and gratitude for sharing the ride with them. I hope we get where we’re going, and I wish the best for everyone. I hope we love and are surrounded by love. I dunno if I’ll continue to experience this, but even feeling it for a few bus rides feels a blessing. Surfacing from being underwater too long. Being able to feel that allowed me to not care what anyone might be thinking of me. I was smiling the whole ride and felt it to the top of my cheeks.
vulturechow when were you going to tell me you are kate bush
shut up, what!! oh my goodness. :’)
I know it is you.
I was watching Kate Bush videos all day the other day and I was like, omg, you have not even aged a day!!! You must be a witch and that is good
— Astrid Erll, from “Memory, remembering or forgetting?” Memory in Culture, trans. Sara B. Young (Palgrave Macmillan, 2011)
rainy morning on the ohio river // vanceburg, ky
Trying a bit of Sashiko with indigo dyed muslin, some other fabric scraps and a bit of embroidery thread. This Japanese design is called Kaki-no-hana or “Persimmon Flower” and is simple to achieve with a plain running stitch. I did’t mark the design so the stitch length varies quite a lot but the pattern is strong enough that this doesn’t matter.
this makes me think of the beautiful sea-vein
2014.09.26 Lee Hyori Blog Update(1)
Mapril the baby rooster taking a nap on my legs. His wattles get all bunched up when he rests his head on me and it’s just the cutest.