a detailed list of things i hate
- hot weather
- high temperatures
- warmer than average conditions
Photographer Marianne Kjølner snapped this pair of photographs of a bizarre tree in Denmark. Of the photo she says: “This old pink house is situated at the old dunes, a few hundred meters from the west coast, a very windy place were there isn’t much that can grow. So the tree can only grow where it has shelter.”
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ imelda kartini 2013
In the game of bitches, there was only one queen bitch. But at least Chloe was honest, even if it hurt.
In the end I think I’ve learned the final lesson from my travels in time; and I’ve even gone one step further than my father did: The truth is I now don’t travel back at all, not even for the day, I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it, as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life.
What I’m really terrified of is leading an average, ordinary life with a regular job and an invariable routine, planned holidays, an average household, fixed responsibilities and not doing anything different to be remembered by.
Without using Google, who won the best actress Oscar in 1959? Odds are, you have no fucking idea. What was your great grandmother’s maiden name? Or her favorite color? Odds are you don’t know that either.
Even the most A-list of A-list barely get remembered beyond their moment. The amount of ritual acknowledgement to be remembered in the long-term borders on creepy in my opinion. Make an impact. Find joy. And for the love of everything, value those planned holidays; they are fucking gold.
Look, I struggle with this as much as anyone, but most of us are average, and when we make that the worst thing that could ever happen to a person, we’re hating ourselves, our neighbors and our families. We’re saying heroes and artists are other people who might not really exist. Average and awesome are not mutually exclusive. Pursue what makes you happy (or what makes you miserable not to pursue). Acknowledge your ego, feed your ego, but don’t let it make you mean or afraid.
once i had a dream that my cat was working at mcdonalds w/ me and she had a lil uniform and she kept getting fur in the fries and everyone was yelling at me and saying “ur cat sucks on fries” and i was like “shes just a cat give her a break!” and i woke up crying
my mom is on the phone with my dad (a microbiologist) and she told him “go to bed, turn off the computer, and just, just don’t do science. don’t do any science”