Kristen Wiig by Ben Hassett for Violet Grey.
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Kristen Wiig by Ben Hassett for Violet Grey.
I can feel us growing like weeds, but growing apart, away. leaving a long trail of stemmed leaves, stemmed paths to other lives, to other ways to be, other things to see. It is faster than I saw coming, in the way a season suddenly passes. The colors just change from red, orange, yellow to green for go, go, go --Â
So go on and bloom, why donât you. I can see from afar that a new garden awaits you; I can see from afar now there are new seeds to sow.
Go on. Bloom.
Art is about creating something from nothing and diving into your passions. If you cook, write, sing, dance, design video games or play baseball, you are an artist. Any act of creation or honing of skill is art, so donât feel bogged down by the narrow constraints of what society defines as an âartistâ.
Little Coffee Fox
the unspoken language between two people is enough to intensify a fire that will burn them down eventually, break them apart. enough to create soft embers of a relationship that once was.
Itâs evident that still after all these years, that all my words have always equaled the weight of you, you and you. Itâs apparent that Iâve nearly written a whole dictionary of definitions defined by us--the us that was, the us we sometimes still are. Itâs an encyclopedia of all we had sewn into my skin. Iâm wearing it in all its softness, but Iâm weary from it, too, in all its comfort. But I donât know how to correct history without wanting to keep repeating it. And I donât know how to unlearn what I already know, all too well, by heart.
Maybe finding all the ways to love yourself again and again will be the greatest adventure of all.
Dolce & Gabbana, F/W, 2016
âŚWeâre all cynics and romantics, sometimes simultaneously.
Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via electrikcrow)
all i want is to be well-read, well-spoken, and well-loved.
Lewis MillerÂ
âBy turning public rubbish bins into giant vases filled with huge bouquets, floral designer Lewis Miller and his team are brightening up the urban jungle that is New York City. The ongoing public installation project sees Miller and his team fill empty trash cans with oversized, color-coordinated bouquets and greenery, beautifying the cityâs side streets and delighting pedestrians with their unexpected magnificence. âWe are storytellers through the art of floral design, transforming an arrangement into a love song and an event into an indelible experience,â explain the team.â [via IGNANT]
My entire life can be described in one sentence: It didnât go as planned, and thatâs okay.
Rachel Wolchin (via larmoyante) (via kushandwizdom)
Here and now, I have only these hands, this mouth, this skin as wide as a shoreline, this beehives between my ears, this buzz, this buzz. You are the best thing I never planned. This is the widest I can stretch my arms without dropping things. This is the first time I donât care if I drop things. This is what dropping things feels like. This is what happens when the flowers wake up one morning and decide to smell human: it confuses us, makes us reach backwards into places that are sharp, feel around for things weâve dropped. I have forgotten what I was looking for. It doesnât seem important. You brought me flowers. You made the bed. This is the widest I can stretch my arms. This is all I have right now.
Here and Now, Sarah Kay (via poetryisanemotioninwords)
This photo by Will Sanders. Totally made me smile.