Last night Peter and I watched an hour video of the best cat Vines on the internet and then I worked in heels all day… decided that my life’s goal is to teach and own homes in the US and on the west coast of Ireland…then I came home drank wine watched three hours of Gilmore Girls and tomorrow basic repeat woohoo.
"The real me is inside here somewhere just waiting to get out and you can make that happen and once the curse is broken I’ll be just like anybody else." "What if the curse doesn’t get broken? What if the curse can never be broken?"
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Adrienne & Brenna are the newest members of the LL team—along with Shana, whom you might remember from such posts as last week when she shelled like 50,000 molds—here they are with Fig and Fennel Barks, Almond Slates, and Strawberries and Cream Barks they made yesterday (with the new white chocolate formulation!). What I’ve come to realize is that it really takes just two things to be good at this job: a willingness to work hard & an artist’s soul. These two (& everyone else in our crew, too!) have both down pat. What a pleasure.
me in cat apron!
Don’t Confuse the V’s
"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".
Sylvia and Ted “interrupted in a spat,” Chalot Square, London, July 25, 1960 photographed by Hans Beacham for a portfolio of images of British writers
"They were sullen. Hughes was rude. He was going to get more attention than she, and she didn’t like that while he did. He invited me outside and told me I needed to know that he loathed photographers". Hughes particularly wanted to keep Plath out of the way. "His wish, of course, forced me to photograph them together", Beacham said; and later; Hughes acknowledged that he had been "an ogre."
—Diane Middlebrook, Her Husband: Hughes and Plath-a Marriage, 2003
andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013
three peter rx100III.
I just can’t
ppl always ask me “”what are you going to do with your degree”“ and “"if you wanna get a PHD how do you plan on paying for it"" and ""where are you gonna move after college"" but here is the thing:
i am very powerful and cute and im gonna float through this world one day at a time. please leave me alone.
can we talk about the phrase “earn a living” and how deeply fucked up the idea we’re expected to justify our existence through work and wages is though?