June 16, 2009
Okay, I guess babies can be kind of fun sometimes.

Okay, I guess babies can be kind of fun sometimes.

June 11, 2009
If you saw me before 1994, you wouldn’t believe I am the same person. I used to be a beautiful girl. I used to be loved. I used to have fun at home. It is now all lost. It is now a nightmare. I feel I don’t have a bit of interest in life. … I am suffering now because of no other crime than having been born a Tutsi, and I am paying the price for the sins that I never committed.
from here.

If you saw me before 1994, you wouldn’t believe I am the same person. I used to be a beautiful girl. I used to be loved. I used to have fun at home. It is now all lost. It is now a nightmare. I feel I don’t have a bit of interest in life. … I am suffering now because of no other crime than having been born a Tutsi, and I am paying the price for the sins that I never committed.

from here.

June 2, 2009
May 27, 2009

Thank you, internet. Thank you.

May 21, 2009
May 17, 2009
May 14, 2009

sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever - felicity porter

I’ve been having this sort of watered-down insomnia lately. I can’t sleep; my skin itches, I’m hot, my neck aches, the blanket is too heavy, my eyes water, but I’m not quite awake enough to do anything productive or interesting. When I read my eyes jump all over the page, and when I’m on the computer they start to ache (adding to my list of maladies). I hate milk and chamomile tea tastes like pee. It seems like every creative, worthwhile, even vaguely interesting person had insomnia (and usually manic depression): Sylvia Plath, Mark Twain, Van Gogh, that dude from Fight Club. I, on the other hand, spend my latenight hours eating ice cream and chocolate cake (moose tracks and flourless, respectively) in my underwear while watching Felicity episodes illegally online. Wow. So helpful and productive to the world at large.

May 12, 2009
No one cares about what you think, unless you do what you think. No one cares what you do, unless you think about what you do. No one ever really cares what you say.
I’m having a problem finding interesting things to wear when the thermostat reads 90 and the hygrometer reads 90 percent. All the pictures I have in my inspiration file of cute Scandinavian girls in layers of sweaters and pretty Japanese boys in long coats are completely useless in the face of waiting for the bus in full sun at noon. I’m going thrifting today to find some more skirts/dresses/clothing better suited to sub-tropical climates, so hopefully that will yield some new prospects for adornment (so v. important in my fast-paced lifestyle).
The photo is of Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and Joan Crawford (then Mr. and Mrs.) on the beach of the “Golden Mile” of Santa Monica, California, Nicholas Murray in 1929.

I’m having a problem finding interesting things to wear when the thermostat reads 90 and the hygrometer reads 90 percent. All the pictures I have in my inspiration file of cute Scandinavian girls in layers of sweaters and pretty Japanese boys in long coats are completely useless in the face of waiting for the bus in full sun at noon. I’m going thrifting today to find some more skirts/dresses/clothing better suited to sub-tropical climates, so hopefully that will yield some new prospects for adornment (so v. important in my fast-paced lifestyle).

The photo is of Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and Joan Crawford (then Mr. and Mrs.) on the beach of the “Golden Mile” of Santa Monica, California, Nicholas Murray in 1929.