For many of us,
this year was like a shotgun blast to the chest.
Young lives came to an abrupt end. Relationships we’d fought long and hard for had reached their boiling points. Jobs we’d broken our backs for showed little gratitude for our efforts. While others were posting Instagram photos of their perfect relationships, delicious food, and posh lifestyle, our income trudged miserably towards debt.
I like ending blogs with a quote. Something that neatly ties together all the sporadic musings I’ve pedantically scribbled across my digital notepad.
But sometimes I’ll find a passage—a cluster of calculated paragraphs that simply cannot be condensed into a cute, bite-sized “Tumblr quote.” Its words so precise, so potent, so packed with meaning, that to add any additional commentary would only pollute its author’s intent.
Five years ago, I stumbled upon one such passage. Its words marked the first day of the rest of my life…
Designed by Brother Teresa
I love your reblogs. All the cute illustrations, vintage photography, and hilarious gifs—but what else can you do?
I’m sure you’ve got some original artwork, entertaining stories, and provocative thoughts buried in that beautiful mind of yours. Let it all out.
This is my friend Nina Hans. We make art together.
Most people think I love hanging with her because she’s a Jew with nice legs. And while this may be true, the primary reason I enjoy Nina’s company is because she’s better than me.
Not a better designer, writer, or even a half-competent carnivore by any stretch of the imagination; but a better worker—i.e. Nina knows how to get sh*t done.
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It is the creative mind — i.e. the writer, the speaker, the designer, the artist, the photographer, the director, the musician, the storyteller — that influence what gets HEARD and what gets IGNORED.
My prized “material” possessions include a collection of over 500 books, 300 dvds, an iMac, a DSLR camera, and a cereal bowl. I only get upset when people touch my cereal bowl.
I have a “man-crush” on Michael Fassbender. If he had Ray Lamontagne’s voice I’d probably be gay.
I once fought a swarm of bees for over an hour. when I was done, I had no shirt, a swollen lip, and a cut on my hand. Turns out when you spray bees with water, they don’t die; they just get really, really pissed.
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“‘Nobody’s perfect,’ is not an excuse to be stupid.” — Brother Teresa