Curator

Lau•ra \laar-uh\: an actress; a baker; a consumer; a doter; an eater; a friend; a guru; a hoarder; an ice cream scooper; a jester; a keeper; a learner; a master; a nincompoop; an observer; a planner; a quandary; a reader;a shopper; a tweeter; an understander; a virgin; a watchman; an xperimenter; a yearner; a zealot.

Authenticity on the daily

“Authenticity demands wholehearted living and loving — even when its hard, even when we’re wrestling with the shame and fear of not being good enough, and especially when the joy is so intense we’re afraid to let ourselves feel it.” - Brené Brown 

jaymug: Tipping Teacup I would like it if I could have this. 

jaymug:

Tipping Teacup

I would like it if I could have this. 

potatobeenz: You get home from a long day at work and turn on the TV. It’s been a long week, so you think to yourself- maybe i’ll take the family to a movie on Saturday. Maybe we’ll even go on a vacation soon! We could visit museums and go to plays and see all sorts of fun attractions. When you turned the TV on, nothing happened. There are no actors to entertain you. When you went to the movie theater, nothing was showing. There were no advertisements to tell you that anything was showing, so you went to the theater to find out. Nothing playing. There is no one to film and create movies for you. Well at least your vacation will be fun, right? Not like there will be any plays to see and there won’t be anything in the art museums. Well at least you have the shack you are living in that you made out of cardboard and sheets. Not like you could find an architect to build you a house with all the money you’re making as an engineer. 

potatobeenz:

You get home from a long day at work and turn on the TV. It’s been a long week, so you think to yourself- maybe i’ll take the family to a movie on Saturday. Maybe we’ll even go on a vacation soon! We could visit museums and go to plays and see all sorts of fun attractions. 

When you turned the TV on, nothing happened. There are no actors to entertain you. 
When you went to the movie theater, nothing was showing. There were no advertisements to tell you that anything was showing, so you went to the theater to find out. Nothing playing. There is no one to film and create movies for you. Well at least your vacation will be fun, right? Not like there will be any plays to see and there won’t be anything in the art museums. 
Well at least you have the shack you are living in that you made out of cardboard and sheets.

Not like you could find an architect to build you a house with all the money you’re making as an engineer. 

(Source: swyhis, via kirstincole)

i struggle through every one of my todays but dear god, yesterday, i was such a king.

just once dear god, just once dear alleverything,
here, see me as i am, with the blankets aside i am here, so happy with
you,me,us, so thankful of every cinnamon bun and train-fare i could afford,
the hair’s left on my head and every beautiful woman who kissed me back and
see? here, look: memememe soo happy pleased satisfied happy even with the
cloudsbirds unreadbooks left for my dinner, please remember me like this
remember me like this
remember me like this
who i am was could be might be just please dear wonderfulalleverything
remember me
remember me
remember


* Just a little chunklet that made supreme sense to me today. Taken from one of my favorite bloggers.

One day I will find the right words and they will be simple.

^^ this quote has been near and dear to my heart for years now and today I noticed that one of my best friends posted it though we have never discussed it before. Little things like this make me appreciate my friends as the splendid individuals they are even more than I already do ~

—Jack Kerouac 

(Source: onehrtomadness, via kellyrudolph)

Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

—On the Road by Jack Kerouac (via kellyrudolph)

Nocturmnia

day, i have nothing to add to you.

here we are though. picking our teeth with stars and waiting it out.

my hands float,

weightless in the dark.


eventually the sound and the blue will creep back in,
we’ll pick up where we left off

and stumble along.

night: large as an iceberg,
veined in shadow and
black’s incessant typography

you always stop to chat as you pass me;
you’re patient as geology,

what choice do i have
but to watch your petals
open, yawn and fall

eye-lid kisses
unheld hands
dreams i missed out on having

for having sat with you
and chewed the fat off our 4pm coffee
and re-lived the lunchroom chatter,

this time with the lights off.

a brutal punch at the intersection of night and summer,


when tomorrow lands bare-legged and hungry
it’ll hurt from toe-nail to nose-hair.

under the bed they’ll find me clutching
the frontier of shadow as my blanket,
and mumbling prayers to daisies

Just

reblogged an E.E.Cummings piece because it was on my mind. Proceeded to browse through my dashboard and found a poem that Kirstin posted by E.E.. JUST TOO PERFECT. 

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

E.E. Cummings

always E.E., always

—

(Source: salveo, via robotseatcandy)

Style

trumps fashion. Always every time all the time.