barack obama & the train to hogwarts
I’m not so super pleased with our President today, but I can still lol at this: photo via bearsharktopus-man. Barack Obama looking at awesome things.
I read a cheesy little blog called le love that’s really darling, but sometimes just way too depressing for me. The writing tends not to be very good, or at least something along the lines of, “I’m sixteen and my first boyfriend and I just broke up and everything sucks.” And of course I’ve been there, where you can’t see beyond it, and reliving it isn’t so...
one near perfect thing
graphic via friends of type. I don’t do anything just right. I so wish that I could be great at something, anything. I took violin in kindergarten, and I couldn’t learn the one song that we were expected to. That’s stuck with me, that feeling of failure. I’ve always been fine at things, maybe even good, but there’s nothing at which I truly excel. I’m not known...
Image via tiresome.
Photo by eugenio recuenco via the loveliest day. Oooh.
Photo by abby try again. Oooh, how lovely is this set of five bookmarks by abby? Only six dollars for a set of five, and free shipping! I might have to have them. Buy them here.
Photo via apartment therapy. One bedroom green home nestled in the Italian mountains. I think I could live here, alone with my books, a stuffed animal, and some snacks, and be pretty darn happy. More photos here.
Maybe I’m flattering myself to think that I’m at least a bit prescient. Maybe we all have instincts that let us know things before we really know them. It fascinates me. When I broke my foot, really randomly without incident, I knew instantly: this is a broken bone, without ever having experienced one before. Other physical things too, self-diagnosing a sickness I’ve never before...
the first day of my life
I know we’ve all seen this, but it deserves a re-watching, and another one, and another one. It’s one of the more achingly beautiful things I’ve seen, I think. The first guy sitting on the couch, with that plaintive stare and looking sort of shocked and sad? I’m worried that will one day be me, alone and numb and totally freaked out. I guess, though, that we all have sad...
I never really wanted to like Devendra Banhart, maybe mostly because I didn’t love him and Natalie Portman together. I know, I know. But I’m ready to admit that he rules. So there’s that.
pride and prejudice wedding
Photos by the image is found via style me pretty. Why, hello future me: “When our bride Tammy came to us with a love for books and tea and a passion for poetry and all things vintage, a pride [and] prejudice concept quickly began to develop.” Come on, I can’t make this stuff up. Books! Tea! Poetry! Vintage! I love them all. Holy moly.
sensitive about the pancakes
Man, after reading this New York Times article (with a super great title — ‘He’s sensitive about the pancakes’), I feel sort of a kindred with Moby. I don’t know if that makes me really happy or a bit chagrined. A few gems: A few years ago, I was in therapy and my therapist kept asking me to name some things I did well. I mentioned making smoothies. It was sad that I...
Photo by robert stolarik for the times. Super great vows article this weekend. Ms. Jayatilleke, whose parents are Buddhists from Sri Lanka, was raised in the Bronx and in Englewood, N.J. Mr. Gelfand is Jewish and from Bala Cynwyd, Pa. They were too shy to be more than friends, but went to parties and often watched “The Simpsons” together… . The next month she wrote an instant message to a...
I don’t know if it’s normal to have a day of the week that’s usually a bad day. Fridays are typically really rough for me. I don’t know quite why, but it started in high school. Things never felt quite right on a Friday. I think part of it was the stress of the week building up to a point that left me completely overwhelmed. I’ve also always felt like there’s a...
photo via book lovers never go to bed alone. Ooooh.
'the axe for the frozen sea inside us'
image via design crush. oh, yes.
yet another person i want to be.
Fifty People, One Question: Brooklyn from Fifty People, One Question on Vimeo. This is sort of amazing, sort of beautiful, and maybe a little bit heartbreaking. It’s interesting to me because a lot of times I think that I’m really happy when I’m in bed, safe and warm, and that maybe it would be nice to just freeze time there, forever. Things can never really be that bad when...
Sky from Philip Bloom on Vimeo. so beautiful.
things i like lately, volume eight
- coconut ice cream! - au revoir simone, the xx, the avalanches, tv on the radio, blackalicious. (very much on the lookout for new music, recommendations are super welcome.) - writing again, most days. i’m really excited about it. i wish i wasn’t so shy about letting others read what i write because i’d like to share. - time with friends and time alone. - dogwoods and other...
illustration by shinzi katoh via modlife. cute, cute, cute!
I really love the Porter in little five points in Atlanta. It’s a great beer bar, all dark wood and antique-y decor. I went to the Porter for the first time pretty early in my time in Atlanta and wasn’t yet a beer drinker, but I am now and was super stoked to have my first dark beer here!
rotterdam cube houses
Photo via mocoloco. Kubuswoningen by Piet Blom. I guess these are famous? Never seen it before. It’s a hotel, now. Wouldn’t mind staying there.
Photo from xvii. I really love xvii, but I have no clue what it says or what the deal is. Gorgeous photos, though.
a towel and a juice box
from found magazine. Sometimes I love the internet. This shit cracks me up.
Ahhhh! Stop motion films always rule, but this is unbelievable. It makes my head spin to think of all that went into making this ninety second piece. Watch it!
photographs by sloan photographers. That headpiece, wowza. More photos here.
'a strange brew may be a good thing'
photo by peter dasilva for the new york times. Sometimes I feel like the Times is way behind. Kombucha? Come on, NYT, that’s so 2006. Anyway, my favorite thing about this picture of San Franciscan Naomi Most sharing some of her culture is the Bacardi box on the far right side. (There’s also a half-drunk magnum on the counter behind her.) If the kombucha fails you, there’s always...
I love this still from the video for the Swell Season’s Low Rising. The video kills me, and the song makes me happy and sad at the same time, which actually feels kind of nice. I worry, sometimes, that I’ll never find someone who I feel is worth the effort of making things work when they’re going all wrong.
photograph by elisabeth of fine little day. :)
photo via design*sponge. Books and a globe and the most perfect sunlight. Add in maybe a cute boy, and I think that’s all I’d need to be happy.
photograph by the sartorialist. Perfect outfit.
Photo via cute overload. Chihuahuas aren’t my favorite, but this is pretty cute.
Image via mocoloco Rad table!
photograph by brooke schwab. Wouldn’t it be nice to sit at the edge of the earth with a sweetheart, legs dangling over?
my dear sweet girl
Today is a sad day. Sweetie died a year ago today. When March began, the awareness of that anniversary began to creep over me, and now it’s here. I still miss her everyday. I think people think that it’s strange, the way I still talk about her. I still have her pictures around and sometimes I’ll slip and say something like, “my dogs are like that, too,” but I...
photo by jenny vor waller. Hawaii, but it doesn’t look specifically Hawaiian. Wouldn’t it be nice if life looked just like this?
Photo by bethalee photography via style me pretty. Flowers are probably my least favorite part of wedding photos. I think flowers are pretty, sure, but sometimes bouquets look overdone for my tastes, and I do have some issues with the flower industry. Still, something about this photograph struck me. Those colors!
'your radiance is incredible.'
Photo by shem roose via once wed. quelle romantic.
Photo via apartment therapy. Vintage Polish circus poster. Pretty awesome. See more here.
I can’t stop dreaming about nosebleeds. It’s really strange. I finally looked it up and basically I’m headed for disaster, misfortune, financial ruin, total destruction, the works. Oh my.
Photo via design*sponge. In my mind, my apartment looks something like this. In reality…
photograph from vogua italia via le love. Aren’t the Italians perfect? Excessive shows of public affection aren’t really my thing, though I think an arm around the waist or quick peck is perfectly acceptable. Ducking under a coat to make out on the street? Kinda adorable, I think. And I’m not a shoe person, but hers are lovely.
Photos via design*sponge. !!! This is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I wish I didn’t rent, so that I could cover my walls with pages from old books!
Photo via apartment therapy. How super cute is this five-a-day poster? Pears, apples, turnips, and lemons; I love them all.
bob was a cook
Illustration by marc johns via swiss miss. One more. I wouldn’t mind living in a banana on wheels.
Illustration by marc johns. Beard fish. Made me smile.
daydreaming under the dogwood by bcostin. Spring is here! I’m so happy. It’s lovely out, and I feel so hopeful about things. The dogwoods are starting to bloom and they look so beautiful. When I came to Atlanta last April to visit Emory, they were in full bloom and I remember being absolutely captivated. It’s neat to be here now and watch them grow, and remember less than a year...
Photo via smashing magazine. I’ve dreamed of going to India for a very, very long time. Maybe it started when I first read the Secret Garden, or when I had my first Indian buffet lunch around age five, or when I watched a special on Indian food on the Food Network when I was maybe ten. (I couldn’t believe, then, that one could get a delicious Indian lunch delivered every day for a...
Image via apple arts. Aw.