this song gets me going. so bad.
The 30 Most Portland Things That Have Ever Happened in Portland
Missing the PNW in a big way.
Hannah Horvath, you crazy fool.
what 2013 has in store for us
The Palma Violets - Best of Friends
"‘This… stuff’? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select… I don’t know… that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent… wasn’t it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff."
Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
Thigh love!
Are those your amazing thighs? In those amazing pants? I want a pair! Of both!!!
well you ask yourself why you’re so afraid, why you hesitate when someone asks your name
Perhaps foolishly, I have taken up running again. Trying to do it correctly this time, and so far I have made way more progress than previous attempts. I’ve gone from running 2.5 minutes between 5 minute walks to running two consecutive miles (and one at 7 minutes, to boot!)
I find it strange that just as I prepare to head home for a few months (and also it’s silly that I still call Oregon “home” even though it’s really not my home anymore), things are starting to fall into place. I’m able to drive myself around, and even pumped my own petrol today for the first time. Which is more difficult than it sounds for an Oregonian who has only done so a handful of times in the 8 years I’ve been driving (no pump-your-own in The Beaver State).
24 days!
"thigh gaps are gross. obsessions with unrealistic ideals are gross too. the focus should be on having a beautiful healthy body and living a long fulfilling life. so fuck the noise about thighs not touching. mine touch. they give each other gentle kisses and say to each other, hey: you are gorgeous, we should keep in touch ;)"
it’s enough to say
you’re getting older everyday
you ought to love someone
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…
This learning to drive business is so tedious the second time around! There is nothing more frustrating than knowing how to do something, but then not knowing how anymore, even though, technically, you still kind of do.
