i like rain.
i like asparagus.
i like to run.
i like 'that's what she said' jokes.
i like reading design magazines.
i like tea.
i like polaroids. and photography in general.
i don't like babies.
i don't like people who say
i don't like bad music.
i don't like religion.
i don't like crowds.
i don't like my upstairs neighbor.
i don't like tomatoes.
Curled up with fuzzy blankets and a toasty fire. I’m not feeling very much good tonight, so it’s an early bedtime.
This hurts because it’s true….
this is the best description of anxiety I’ve ever seen.
Gratuitous picture of my life
do you ever go through those phases where you just don’t feel like talking to anyone for a few days and it’s not because you’re mad or anything you just don’t feel like talking???
A gallery of ceramic sculpture. It’s rare to feel as if an animal can possess you — inhabit your body, mind and spirit as if it were a new lover exploring all your real and artificial selves. Dress your dogs and cats with as many sweater vests, booties and hats as you want; they’ll never come close to the hybrid human qualities that seductively inhabit the work of Beth Cavener Stichter. This might be, in part, because she views her stone sculptures as portraits — of people she has met briefly in passing or good friends or family. She doubles the uncanny moment by acknowledging that these creatures are self-portraits as well, since the very act of interpreting another’s actions, facial expressions, and intentions says — and betrays — much more about our own fears and desires than the other person. We rarely acknowledge or intellectually wrestle with this flash-fiction judgment that we impose onto friends and strangers alike.