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On Friendship
In general, literature and art seek to expose the underbelly of relationships. Love is not everlasting. Sacrifices are never unconditional. No one can escape their past, or their true personality, or a murderer. But, there is one relationship that art has romanticised above all. Friendships. You can have a terrible relationship with your mother, but you always have your childhood best friend toā¦
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Frustrated that people continued to consume so much alcohol even after it was banned, federal officials had decided to try a different kind of enforcement. They ordered the poisoning of industrial alcohols manufactured in the United States, products regularly stolen by bootleggers and resold as drinkable spirits. The idea was to scare people into giving up illicit drinking. Instead, by the time Prohibition ended in 1933, the federal poisoning program, by some estimates, had killed at least 10,000 people.
The little-told story of how the U.S. government poisoned alcohol during Prohibition with deadly consequences (via hipsterlibertarian)
Well, whoa.
WHEN I TELL SOMEONEĀ AT A BAR IāM A LIBRARIANĀ AND THEY TOAST TO THE DEWEY DECIMAL SYSTEM
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It's a bookstore cafƩ! My Instagram is fast turning into a chronicle of all Seattle coffee shops good for writing. #amwriting #seattlecoffeeshops (at Ada's Technical Books & Cafe)
āDon't lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don't have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write."
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
Master of None
D DAY
Disappointment. How do you handle it? If youāre at all like me you might get into a fight with your ironing board. (To be fair, the handle that allows it to close does get stuck. To be more fair, slamming it up and down on my floor was not the best approach.) But letās go back about ten minutes. Earlier today, I got out of the shower scrubbed clean and relatively hopeful because today I had a meeting. I had an actual place to go at a certain time and there was the potential that something good could come of it - my life is full of potential somethings that never result in anything in particular but I refuse to lose all hope because that results in suicide or a fast food diet. As I applied face cream with SPF 15 (thanks, Mom, for the tip), I checked my email and saw that my meeting had been cancelled and pushed back for weeks. Iām not sure if the tears came immediately or if I held my resolve for a few seconds before becoming a blubbering idiot shouting āWhy, god, why?ā to my empty apartment. Thank goodness I had checked my email before poorly putting on my makeup.
This industry is full of disappointments. Here are a few more tired sentiments if that didnāt give you your daily fill: āEverything happens for a reason. Karma is a bitch. Donāt walk alone at night.ā (I threw in the third one just as basic safety advice). Hereās the thing. Not having this meeting isnāt really going to change anything other than the fact that I now how to come up with a way to fill the couple of hours I was going to spend driving to Santa Monica and the twenty minutes I had allotted to making awkward conversation in a new dress that hopefully makes up for my lack of prepared jokes. It probably would not have led to anything, but I could say that I had taken a step in the right direction (a.k.a. walking toward the front door instead of my kitchen).
Iām going to do something right now that girls are forbidden to do under all circumstances (come and get me fashion police/Hilary Clinton). I am going to admit that I am desperate. For a job, for a career, for some sort of validation that I am not wasting my time telling jokes about colored pants and my special brand of OCD. I want an accomplishment worthy of posting on my Facebook wall (even though I probably wouldnāt do that in an attempt to seem modest while secretly hoping one of friends post it for me). I want a meeting to be a normal occurrence and not something that warrants going to bed at 9PM so Iām ready for my big day. I want to have so many fucking meetings than when one gets canceled Iāll be relieved and quip ānow, Iāll have time to showerā to my fresh faced assistant who is only one year younger than me. (Just kidding, I will always have time to shower.) To put it simply, I want to be busy.
I also want to be better at handling the big D, and I donāt mean douchebags. I know exactly how to handle them. You just keep calling them until they have no choice but to call you back. Am I right, ladies? No, what I really need to learn is how to bounce back from disappointment without threatening to cut off all my hair and wear a bag over my head because it wouldnāt make any difference. I need to find my inner zen or center or prescription for xanax. I need to learn how to ride this rollercoaster without throwing up. Iām not quite sure how to go about doing this but I think the first step is being productive regardless of the lame excuses and cancellations that are thrown my way. I canāt be dependent on other people. I meant that is sort of bullshit, since I canāt give myself a job (at least one that pays and offers benefits). I guess the better way to phrase it is that I canāt be dependent on one person. If someone passes or cancels or avoids, I just have to find someone else. The squeaky wheel gets the oil, and since I donāt really know how cars work Iām just going to assume that means that I need to keep shouting until someone overhears and thinks, āWow, that is interesting. Please come shout in my office.ā In the meantime, Iāve also found that having private dance parties helps quell the disappointment coursing through my veins. You might not expect this by the two boy white rapper band 3OH!3 from Colorado really gets me. Life is full of surprises.Ā
I really needed this today. (Sorry, Allison Raskin, but yes I have been reading your whole blog these last couple of days because - and Iām sure youāveĀ neverĀ heard this before - THIS IS MY LIFE.)
This is exactly the question I want my bar to be asking me. #twilightzone #speakeasy #netflix (at Knee High Stocking Co)
I am Pizza Rat
"Pizza Rat spoke to me in a deep existential way."
If you havenāt heard of Pizza Rat, youāre probably living either under a rock or a dark subway stairwell ā not unlike Pizza Rat herself*. Pizza Rat went viral yesterday when someone took a video of her dragging a large slice of pizza down cement steps leading to an underground subway station in New York. The video is hilarious, and was instantly shared and viewed millions of times by the socialā¦
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I just created my first meme!
iām just lazy (by haejinart)
This Dogās Reenactments Of Classic Movies Will Make Your Tail Wag
Mondays get a bad rap. So do pit bulls. Ā The parallel is what inspired New York City resident Tanya Turgeon to make her dog, Elsie, the star of a photo series she calls āMovie Mondays.ā
My two favourite things -- Dogs and movies!
#California
Getting to work on my brand new @passionplanner! #organisationporn
"Being in a foreign country means walking a tightrope high above the ground without the net afforded a person by the country where he has family, colleagues, and friends, and where he can easily say what he has to say in a language he has known from childhood." #TheUnbearableLightnessofBeing (photo by @bskubs)
Burning through my books like there's no tomorrow. #amreading #MilanKundera