When,

I don’t have to prove my intelligence with my degrees or papers. I don’t have to take envy for lifestyle even though I’ve worked since high school on. I don’t have to feign elegance in every plush setting or enjoyment of bad food. I don’t have to feel bad about my lucky body shape, even when I like every other girl have bad days. I don’t have to suppress my temper, my passion or my tears. I don’t feel ugly or unglamorous because I am not a beauty queen. I don’t feel silly about all the words that I say, and all the hours I talk are important. All the things I believe are important. All the things I fight for are important.

I’m chasing fleeting moments for this feeling, but it’s you who knows who I am and for that moment, I feel just right. There is some way I do the same for you. Just in case you were wondering why we’re friends.

Unfortunately, the jerks are the ones who act and seem nice to everyone but really aren’t.

I have never been more sad or disappointed at how you’ve changed for the worst.

There are some people who are just too nice and give the best to you. Then there are those who need you only to have the best for themselves.

Thank you for the former, *sigh* on the latter. We all still help when we can.

Some days I feel like I’m just grasping in the air at nothing. It’s either a vast empty, or something I can never reach.

Love is playing Prometheus, strapping yourself to the side of the mountain and sewing up your own side so the birds might pick at you afresh. If we never did that, as sappy as the complete metaphor is, there’d be a lot less light in the world. And this little Greek tragedy plays out all the time. We don’t always see it. But with our backs turned they’re working with their needle and thread, sewing, stitching. All for you.

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There was no reason to leave myself open. And all those cuts scarred up. The problem with scars is that you can’t work with them. They don’t behave like regular skin. You can’t burn a scar and you can’t tattoo one, either. It’s spent. You have to learn how to peel all that away if you want to try again. Not putting that hide back on at the sign of a bird can be as hard as weathering those first cuts.

Scooped from Kristan via My Heart’s Porch (the author of these words).

Tired of those people. You know the ones that act like jerks but still expect you to be painstakingly attentive to their needs. Or the ones that pretend to care when they don’t.

Not cool.

I am happiest in your warmth

with each passing day calmness grows
but so does a certain sadness
as color gradually fades

dear self,
you must leave

our summers in any city
are rays

The OECD Factbook is a nifty little tool that tells you just about anything. Truthfully I haven’t played around with it enough, but I figure it’s worth sharing.

Scooped from BBC

Hauntingly beautiful political song.  Paper cities by Other Lives.

There’s a new magazine out called Betty, and I’m loving the vintage-y quirky theme. I especially enjoyed the short spread featuring various personalities in outfits on different apartment doors (page 71, “Rat a tat tat”).

Scooped from Style Bubble

This is only to prove a point that I am not crazy. It’s been bugging me because I really enjoy Jason Aldean’s Big green tractor, yet every time I here the song it reminds me of 6th Avenue heartache by The Wallflowers (hello Bob Dylan’s son anyone?). But nobody knows what I’m talking about…

Judge for yourself:
First song, listen at beginning and at minute 2:49 to the end.
Second song, listen at beginning and 1:06 to 1:17.

Other than that I have yet to operate any said big green tractors, bulldozers, monster trucks or any vehicle where I can crush something.

New romantic is such a raw song by Laura Marling. Great lyrics/story, and apparently she wrote the song when she was 17.

Remember how I raved about this amazing store in Houston (424 West Alabama, Houston, TX 77098). It literally contains all the nice boutiques on 2nd Street in Austin in one place. I went back to bathe in its glory, and I learned about Bulthaup–a kitchen I plan on building one of these days…especially considering how much food I ate at home this weekend.

If you want to know why I’m resting in these Fatboys from this overwhelming excitement, click more to see pictures!

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