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“I’m not a woman, I’m a doorknob leading to a quiet existence.” - Agnes Martin, 1973
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Dear Lady Bird,
When I got pregnant with you, it was a miracle. I was older, I was almost forty-two and we had Miguel and it seemed like it would never happen - and then you arrived. I loved you without knowing you, I loved you when you were just barely an idea - when you arrived at 7pm (after twelve hours of labor) I recognized you - I knew that you were my girl. Watching you grow up has been one of the most wonderful adventures of my life. You were always you, stubborn and funny and loving and competitive and brilliant. I wish we would be friends and I don’t know when it started to go off the tracks…
Dear Christine,
I know you go by Lady Bird now, and I think it’s very sweet, but I think of when I named you Christine, when you were born and what a miracle you were - and are-
Dear Lady Bird,
I am sorry that we fight and I’m sorry that we are so hard on each other - I’ve been too hard on you. I love you and I don’t mean to be so at odds with you. I’m amazed by you. You are so smart and beautiful and funny and I don’t think you know that I think that. I think that you are extraordinary. Every time I look at you, I can’t believe you’re my daughter. I wish we had the relationship that you have with your dad. You always were a daddy’s girl. I’d spend all day with you but when Dad came home you would be so happy. Maybe I was jealous.
Lucio Fontana (Italian, 1899-1968), Concetto spaziale, attese, 1959. Waterpaint on canvas, 100.5 x 125.3 cm.
Rafael Romero Barros (Spanish 1832-1895) “Still Life of Oranges” 1863
when people ask where you see yourself in 10 years
You know what? It’s really like that sometimes.
the most unrealistic thing about friends is that phoebe never punched ross in the fucking face
Someone I’ve known for 20+ years just posted this on my Facebook wall and I’ve never felt more seen in my entire life.
Reblog to be visited by the Jeff Goldblum of Happiness, who will help you recognize that Everything Is Fleeting, Including Sadness.
–Margaret Atwood
Richard, how was your year?
I aint gonna articulate this right but I’ve noticed there’s this weird sub culture on tumblr where it’s frowned upon to say anything positive about your life. Like occasionally I see someone post something like “I love my job so much” and a few responses are like “wish I could find a job :/” or “must be nice to not have depression” and it’s really strange. A lot of people are pulling themselves out of dark places or finally figuring out how to be happy (no easy feat) and they don’t need you projecting your own demons on their moments of happiness they wanted to share.
it’s just one of those croissant days
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