I have a dress with almost identical cut and pattern, but it’s blue and white, and it fits exactly the same way and I’ve been tempted on two occasions to wear it just like this this. Flip!

I have a dress with almost identical cut and pattern, but it’s blue and white, and it fits exactly the same way and I’ve been tempted on two occasions to wear it just like this this. Flip!

(via mamitah)

I would like to be the recipient of the following sometime this week:

- A freshly made, still warm beignet
- Oral sex

One after the other.

Order unimportant. 

debshock:

In case “Fuck you” ever gets old.

Indeed.

debshock:

In case “Fuck you” ever gets old.

Indeed.

Rage headache. 

Going to go sit in the sun with an iced coffee at my side, and work on a poem.

that said

and as Cary said, work, work, work, get thee outside. I’m hanging laundry on the line, and continuing with the raspberry cane cluster flock, and touching up my roots with henna and indigo, and dealing with other hair situations, and putting laundry away, and pulling some dead plants out of the veggie garden, and cleaning the freezer, and cleaning out another kitchen cabinet, and generally trying to stay as busy as possible, all while singing my songs for the musical, and attempting to not hash my failed marriage in my head. That part’s the hardest. I can’t fathom this, but it’s happened, and is happening, and so I must find a way to live my life within this awfulness. Maybe someday my life won’t taste so sour and bitter on my tongue. 

Feeling helpless and hopeless and frozen. I could sit here and stare at the pale blue wall all day, just track the sun by my shadow projected, let the hours drain away. I don’t want to feel like this any more. 

New day. Try again.

New day. Try again.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something. — (via nopantson)

(via nopantson)

Going to attempt to deal with this overgrown mess of an herb garden. But maybe a power nap first.

Going to attempt to deal with this overgrown mess of an herb garden. But maybe a power nap first.

Pretty in the garden this morning.

Pretty in the garden this morning.

dextercolt:

So, I spend all day helping a friend move. Heavy shit. Furniture that weighs a fucking ton because he doesn’t shop at Ikea like a normal person. 
Anyway, we’re fixing to move a dresser and he picks up a watch and tosses it to me. “You want a watch?” he asked. “Sure.” I said. 
I put it in my pocket and didn’t give it a second glance. It isn’t until I get home that I realize he tossed me a Tag Heuer. 
I don’t know a lot about watches, but I know these are fairly expensive. A hell of a lot more costly than my $30 Timex anyway. 
I think I am obligated to get rid of a body for him now. 

Why is there no wrist attached to this watch in the photo?Why is our Robin not tagged?These are important questions.

dextercolt:

So, I spend all day helping a friend move. Heavy shit. Furniture that weighs a fucking ton because he doesn’t shop at Ikea like a normal person. 

Anyway, we’re fixing to move a dresser and he picks up a watch and tosses it to me. “You want a watch?” he asked. “Sure.” I said. 

I put it in my pocket and didn’t give it a second glance. It isn’t until I get home that I realize he tossed me a Tag Heuer. 

I don’t know a lot about watches, but I know these are fairly expensive. A hell of a lot more costly than my $30 Timex anyway. 

I think I am obligated to get rid of a body for him now. 

Why is there no wrist attached to this watch in the photo?

Why is our Robin not tagged?

These are important questions.

betheyogurt:

This talk changed my life. And I just want to tell the world.

Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power by Audre Lorde

Too many good quotes to copy down here. The whole lecture is pure gold.

cutlerish:

Now that you mention it….

!

cutlerish:

Now that you mention it….

!

fleurdulys:

The Girl I Left Behind Me - Eastman Johnson
1875

Current interior status.

fleurdulys:

The Girl I Left Behind Me - Eastman Johnson

1875

Current interior status.

(via betheyogurt)