Dorothy Anne

Sometimes I write. Sometimes I take pictures. And sometimes I forget how to do both and resort to telling bad jokes. It happens.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

In the end we won’t remember the most beautiful face and body. We’ll remember the most beautiful heart and soul.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[ewatsondaily]

[about her mother] I think she instilled in me – particularly in my teenage years when I was feeling insecure and confused about what my purpose was – she really instilled in me that what I was thinking and what I was doing and what I was saying were ultimately infinitely more important than my physical appearance. 

[doryyohh]

Taking Stock

Thought it would be cool and amusing to fill out this list. Random! But I took some stuff out because I didn't want the post to be too long. Found it here: This Mom's Gonna Snap

Making: sure to always wear sunscreen before going outside. (And then forgetting.) Cooking: eggs and toast - the extent of my stellar cooking skills. Drinking: tea with raw honey because I'm trying to wean myself off of my daily coffee.  Looking: for a new phone case. I have an addiction.  Playing: Fall Out Boy's new album, "American Beauty/American Psycho". Enjoying: Anything. Everything.  Liking: that my days off are usually spent at home, in my pajamas, sans shower.  Wondering: when it will be possible to visit other universes.  Loving: a brisk walk in cool California sun.  Pondering: what to do next at 24.  Watching: random movies on Netflix with my uncle.  Hoping: that the 37625487264th cold I've had this year goes away.  Marveling: at scenic landscape pictures of Washington. My home state is better than yours.  Following: The Un-Fancy Blog. I check it at least three times a day, the first time being when I wake up.  Noticing: average temperatures increase slightly each year.  Knowing: this is because of global warming (I took a class on it)  Admiring: the people who have their shit together  Getting: excited for post-grad life (*hands in the air emoji*) Giggling: at the 90's references my boyfriend and I make in almost every conversation.  Feeling: content.  Snacking: on something healthy (fruit smoothie) and then something not (potato chips).

Do it! I dare you.

[doryyohh]

How to Get a Dog's Attention

When trying to call our dog, Boo, from the other side of the house ...

Me: *regular voice* Boo.

Me: *regular voice* Boo.

Me: *annoyed voice* Boo.

Me: *louder voice* Boo.

Me: *even louder voice* BOO.

Me: *louder than loud voice* BOO.

Me: *yelling* BOOOOOOOOOOO

Me: *whispers* I have food

(Boo comes running)

[doryyohh]

Things I Love About My Boyfriend

1. His ability to make me feel one thousand times better at any given moment

2. His collection of mason jars

[doryyohh]

During his visit, Gunther and I went to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA). It was part wanting to get some inspiration, part wanting to see a part of Los Angeles that wasn't near my school, and part wanting to get some pretty sweet pictures. 

I did get inspired, and got some very sweet pictures, but I also had a good time because Gunther and I made fun of some (meaning most) of the art.

It's like we're five and twenty-something at the same time. 

[doryyohh]

My Silly, Random, Long Distance Relationship

Gunther visits once more! The last time I saw my boyfriend was for three days during my graduation in May, so I was beyond excited to spend an uninterrupted four days with him this past week.

I love spending time with him. Even if it's doing nothing. From hiking together, to Facetiming at night. From going on trips to Los Angeles together, to working on separate projects separately but in the same room. I think we work so well because we have our own lives ... together. 

That, and because we both like making funny faces at cameras. It's how we do.

[doryyohh]

So, I got a haircut and a blowout. So, that means pictures.

[doryyohh]

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It's really hard. I can't cry in your arms, 'cause you're not here. It's not your fault, and if it was - I wouldn't care. My heart is bigger than the distance in-between us. 

If I'm half the man I say I am, if I'm a woman with no fear just like I claim I am. Then I believe in what you say, there's nothing left for you to do. The only proof that I need is you. 

[doryyohh]

Who likes Facebook anymore?

I don't understand. It's not like it used to, at least in my opinion. To me, it's become more of a platform for showcasing the achievement of various life goals and pictures of kids, in which I use instead to see who a) has dropped out of school, b) joined the military, and c) has gotten fat. And if someone doesn't fit into one of these categories, they're usually one of the many that I affectionately call "stupid cunts who don't do anything else with their life than complain about it".

I feel my IQ dropping from just reading many of the statuses on my news feed. I get angry reading my feed sometimes. So, I try to unfollow anyone whose statuses quietly infuriate me. But like ants, even if I try to unfollow most of my middle school, high school, and college friends ... the joyfully idiotic statuses about the unintelligible drab things in life, such as "lunch with the hubby" still find their ways into my personal space. 

How can something so innocent and innocuous stir even any kind of emotion within me, let alone one of contempt? I'm not entirely sure, either. And something that baffles me even more is the fact that I check Facebook probably several times a day. Several. Not just once. Not just a couple. Multiple times within a 24 hour time span. It draws me in like crack, or a can Coca Cola. I know it's not all that good for me, but I do it anyway. A bad habit, kind of. 

I believe there's many social constructs to be aware of here. That a craving for "fitting in" has become so second-nature to me, that I do many things that I know don't make much sense but do so for the sake that I've been doing it since I was a freshman at Nile C. Kinnick High School. That even getting a Facebook in the first place had been a way for me to connect with classmates and friends that I wanted to see outside of an educational institution. 

And while this further goes back to the biological need for companionship ... this still doesn't answer my hypocrisy - my admitting that I keep returning to a source of annoyance for no apparent reason. 

And I'm sorry to say that I still don't have much of a reason, nothing more than it's just become something I do because I either still feel that adolescent urge to fit in, or because it's some sort of enabler for continued contact with friends around the world. I'm still learning.  

[doryyohh]

High & Low

I like participating in philosophy discussions. I like going on walks and taking pictures of things. I like writing about issues that come to mind. I like reading about anything interesting, anything about space and time and theories on both. But sometimes, I like to sit in front of a fan, drink some ice coffee, and Pinterest my afternoon away. And dream about shopping sprees. Because it's best to be a mix of Valentino and Mossimo, NARS and ELF, macaroons and cheeseburgers, high and low.

[doryyohh]

I can't take serious pictures to save my life. 

Seriously. 

[doryyohh]

It’s a sort of dream of mine to be a part-time portrait/fashion photographer some day. So, here’s an ode to my favorite fashionable photographers. 

Philippines: Tricia Gosingtian  Philippines: Lea Estonia: Kerti Pahk Italy: Eleonora Sebastiani

[doryyohh]

Obligatory selfies with my boyfriend, who visits every few months and makes the best funny faces ever. 

[doryyohh]

Happiness is ...

Having organized Pinterest boards and making a cup of coffee with the right cream to caffeine ratio (for once).

[doryyohh]

Me after eating one healthy meal: I wonder how much weight I've lost

Me an hour later: I want a cheeseburger

[doryyohh]

So, my Google Search history ranges from "Papillon-Lèfevre Syndrome" to "how old is Usher".

Yeah, you wish you were this cool.