libraries. leadership. literature. love. life.

somewhere between psychotic and iconic

[poealsobucky]

😭 so pure

[rocktheholygrail]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine || iZombie || The Good Place

#holy trinity

[moon-covey]

For this first week, all we need to do is figure out what the fork is up with these benches. So, I made this. We start ‘em out on this side, because we’re like, “What’s her deal?”, and when we feel we have a handle on who they are, what makes them tick, we move them to this side—“party time.”

[mitchelface]

September 10th

Last year I reached my darkest place. I felt destroyed by the world around me because I felt I had destroyed my world.

The night before I received a note from a friend. I couldn’t bring myself to read it until the next day. I was sitting at my desk at the office, I took a deep breath, opened the envelope and began reading. 

Everything hit me at once. The pain and sorrow I was causing other people, the helplessness I felt to solve any problem, and the worthlessness I felt as a person.

I couldn’t hold the tears in. I grabbed my bag and slipped out to my car. I drove to a nearby park. I cried and I cried in my car. Then I made a decision.

I wrote this post in tears on September 10, 2015. 

The responsible person in me made myself go back to work because I still had to do my job. And I thought maybe something might change my mind.

It didn’t. Work sucked. My boyfriend called me as I was driving home. I was crying again and couldn’t really talk. He asked if I’d call him later. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know what to say. I cried some more and we said good-bye.

I got home, lied down, and cried so much more. Then I sat up and poured all my feelings and thoughts into this letter, still crying uncontrollably (hence the typos), in my bed that same night. 

So what happened? How did I come to type this post? Why am I typing this post?

A friend heard my cry, brought me flowers, wrote a loving note, and held me while I cried and cried and cried.

He doesn’t know he saved me. That I had taken a small handful of pills before he knocked on the door. That I would have taken several more if I was left alone. He helped me keep going and remember that one day I would remember who I am.

It has taken a year to come back to that person. And here I am, ready to accept the love of others, but most importantly, spread my love to everyone I meet.

I have started a passion project to help me return to my mission of spreading love and I’m kind of ready to share with it everyone.

I’m going to share my healing journey with others on my new Tumblr healedpeoplehealpeople. I hope it helps others.

[mitchelface]

Two steps forward, one step back

Is still progress

[mitchelface]

“You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.”

—

Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via

bookmania

)

[dundermifflinscranton]

[mitchelface]

“you are enough.”

these little words, somehow they’re changing us.

“you are enough.”

so we let our shadows fall away like dust

[mitchelface]

Sometimes you hear something that resonates with you so deeply you have to put it out there because it might resonate with others. @marcmaron said these words prior to the Bob Balaban episode of WTF. I cried, hard, listening to this. It’s what I needed to hear. It’s been so damn hard lately to stay in the lane of life. Old coping mechanisms aren’t working as well. Or I’m just not putting in the effort like I used to. Hearing Marc say don’t do it was what I needed to hear. I think only one person has ever actually said that to me before. I tell myself it a lot, but have an incredibly difficult time believing it. So being reminded by someone I spend every day with (yes, that’s Marc Maron in my ears at least once a day thanks to old episodes), I really heard it. So I wanted to put it down and put it out there so I don’t forget it. And maybe it’ll help somebody else too. Let’s carpool in the lane of life.

[mitchelface]

a much needed reminder today

[mitchelface]

I made a podcast with my friends. We chat about literature, leadership, and love. Now available on iTunes and Spotify. I hope you listen and enjoy! More episodes coming the next two months! I’ve had so much fun recording with some amazing guests. First up, @nekrb And @meekhew! So much love for my friend @lwindisch1 for encouraging me to do this and helping me produce. ALL THE LOVE to @_kacee_ at @bekinddesign for this beautiful logo that so perfectly represents what the show is about. . . . #podcast #literature #leadership #love #michellle https://www.instagram.com/p/BtbTOBBAoSJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lbor7cmmbc0m

[mitchelface]

why be passive-aggressive when you can self-harm

[mitchelface]

Sometimes you hear something that resonates with you so deeply you have to put it out there because it might resonate with others. @marcmaron said these words prior to the Bob Balaban episode of WTF. I cried, hard, listening to this. It’s what I needed to hear. It’s been so damn hard lately to stay in the lane of life. Old coping mechanisms aren’t working as well. Or I’m just not putting in the effort like I used to. Hearing Marc say don’t do it was what I needed to hear. I think only one person has ever actually said that to me before. I tell myself it a lot, but have an incredibly difficult time believing it. So being reminded by someone I spend every day with (yes, that’s Marc Maron in my ears at least once a day thanks to old episodes), I really heard it. So I wanted to put it down and put it out there so I don’t forget it. And maybe it’ll help somebody else too. Let’s carpool in the lane of life.

[mitchelface]

Don't Stop, a song by Ro Malone on Spotify

[mitchelface]

baby, there’s a ghost in the water #nofilter #atlanticocean #sunset

[mitchelface]

libraries. leadership. literature. love. life. turned 5 today!

what a wild ride it has been

[bunkertecture]

W. Dale Clark Library, 215 S 15th St

Situated somewhere on the architectural map between “modernist government building” and “four-eyed Cylon face,” the main branch of the Omaha library system has two notable qualities. Firstly, it is named after the retired chairman of the Omaha National Bank and former chairman of The World-Herald board, so there’s a lesson there in the value of chairmanship in Omaha.

Secondly, it is the western terminus of Gene Leahy Mall, a project conceived of in the 1970s to revitalize Omaha’s downtown by digging a sort of lagoon in the middle of a 9.6-acre plot of downtown and then surrounding it with concrete walls; it was intended to be a sort of “living room” to Omaha, because nothing says “living room” quite like concrete walls. Despite some landscaping, the area has tended to attract mostly homeless people and callow youth, and typically feels like a sort of exercise area for an especially progressive prison. There are even a group of quarrelsome, territorial geese who occasionally act as fellow prisoners, in that they will attack you for no reason. Fortunately, there are plans to revitalize the mall, although it seems part of that plan is to replace its current asphalt paths with concrete.

The library itself is credited to two designers,  Hellmuth, Obata and Kassabaum and Latenser & Sons, Inc. It’s not clear who is responsible for what, although, based on how these things usually work in Omaha, the former, located in St. Louis,  probably did the initial design and then the city decided it was too expensive and contracted for a cheaper version from the latter, who were local. I don’t know who was responsible for the decision to build the library out of the sort of rough concrete that is sometimes used to dissuade transients, because if they lean against it the material will tear their clothes or scratch their skin. Hellmuth, Obata and Kassabaum are responsible for a lot of unusually-shaped brick and glass structures with a lot of windows, like the Air and Space Museum in Washington DC. Latenser & Sons, Inc, in the meanwhile, is responsible for many of the best and most iconic buildings in Omaha, including the Douglas County Courthouse, the Brandeis Building, and Omaha Central High School.

Of course, they built all those in the Edwardian era, when founder John Latenser, Sr. was still alive. It is possible that whoever replaced him was simply mad for concrete bunkers. Somebody got the trend started here.

[mitchelface]

[mitchelface]