Ok

I’m doing it. I’m in the theater right now alone, waiting for Wish I Was Here to start … and literally everyone else in here (all five of us) is here alone.

It feels like we should introduce ourselves and sit together … but that kind of defeats the point, I guess.


Throwback Thursday … all over the place.

The LA sister made the DC sister a “This is Your Life” photo book for her 30th birthday—which was Valentine’s Day, so that should tell you a little bit about how casual we are—and the DC sister is coming over here this weekend to pick it up. We each got one for our 30ths, with varying degrees of success/effort. This one is, by far, the nicest … which is kinda great because anyone from a multi-sibling household knows that the youngest kid almost always gets the shaft. It’s nice that she’ll get to lord her superior photo book over the two of us for a while … and also that we’ll get to do it back to her from now on when she complains about getting the shaft … forever. *evil laugh*

1. The year we got cabbage patch dolls. Mine was Michelle Samantha, named after my two best friends. (Maybe kindergarten?)

2. These are all Halloween costumes: Little Red Riding Hood, a princess, and Dorothy. The LA sister won a prize for the Dorothy costume. Maybe I did too for the princess? I don’t remember. I do remember liking this costume a lot more than the facial expression suggests, though I also remember that hat being super heavy and uncomfortable.

3. Cartoons (I assume) and bananas with the DC sister. I love this picture.

4. Easter dresses. I’m maybe 11 here and yet clearly aware of what a sexy pose looks like. Yikes.

5. So much bad hair … and bad styling … and bad, bad hair. So bad.


I do … and at about that pace … sans shell.

I do … and at about that pace … sans shell.

(via herbitarian)


(Belated)Truth Tuesday/GPOYW combo.

I’m finding taking care of my emotional well being kind of exhausting … and boring … this week.

That’s sort of cryptic, but let’s just say there are things I want to do and say that I’m bottling for the sake of Future Me. It’s probably for the best, but I’ll admit it never feels quite right to opt for head over heart.

Am I being smart or cowardly?


At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare
Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

(via shnarfilyconfuzzled)


blastoffbabyboy:

This is stinking adorable.

blastoffbabyboy:

This is stinking adorable.



shnarfilyconfuzzled:

Gpoy

Fortunately, I can drink coffee. Cause I’m not a bunny.

Thank god I’m not a bunny.

shnarfilyconfuzzled:

Gpoy

Fortunately, I can drink coffee. Cause I’m not a bunny.

Thank god I’m not a bunny.


I went for a run after dropping some toys at the new house. Turning around to back my car out of the trail lot, Cornelia, this bunny (who I totally forgot about when dropping off the stuff) scared the everliving shit out of me. And then of course I’m that weirdo laughing hysterically alone in her car.

The hair, by the way, is my new thing. I prefer pigtails for yoga and gym workouts because they don’t interfere with lying down like a ponytail will, but I get tired of pigtails sticking to my sweaty neck and chin. Solution? These Sailor Moon-ish loop buns. They solve that problem AND look adorable. 

I know. I’m a genius.

I went for a run after dropping some toys at the new house. Turning around to back my car out of the trail lot, Cornelia, this bunny (who I totally forgot about when dropping off the stuff) scared the everliving shit out of me. And then of course I’m that weirdo laughing hysterically alone in her car.

The hair, by the way, is my new thing. I prefer pigtails for yoga and gym workouts because they don’t interfere with lying down like a ponytail will, but I get tired of pigtails sticking to my sweaty neck and chin. Solution? These Sailor Moon-ish loop buns. They solve that problem AND look adorable.

I know. I’m a genius.


Sarah and Duck—by a very wide margin—is my favorite of Adelaide’s preferred programs. It’s delightfully strange and oh-so charming. Highly recommend.