“Since the disintegration of her parent’s marriage she’d only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing.”
- 500 Days of Summer
My Grandpa just spent the last half hour arranging and rearranging our Halloween candy bowl. He is the cutest.
Edit:// a 7? 8? year old boy just came to the door dressed as the economy.
Went to an Ethiopian restaurant today. I loved it—the different spices used, the presentation, all of us eating from one plate and without utensils. It was a cool experience and it made me want to travel and experience different cultures even more than I already do.
On a less important note, I snagged ten pairs of snazzy socks and a gigantic container of ground cinnamon for $8 and $2 respectively.
Dear woman in peach colored floral printed dress,
Thank you for gifting everybody in this coffee shop with a home grown fuji apple. You made my day!
“Point is, what’s so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There’s a certain orchid look exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they’re designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live – how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can’t let anything get in your way.”
- John Laroche in Adaptation
Campbell Soup Cans by Andy Warhol
When I was around six years old my family took a cruise to Alaska. The fond memories I have of staying up past 11 for the first time(!) to attend an ice sculpture show, learning how to fold napkins and cut fruit decoratively, being introduced to the game Mancala, and sleeping on a gnarly bunk bed are tainted by the fact that I had a recurring nightmare about our Cruise ship sinking every night.
I used to have nightmares a lot when I was younger. It always frustrated me that I could wake up from a nightmare, fall back asleep, and pick up right where that nightmare left off but could not do the same for my happy dreams.
My nightmares were mostly about natural disasters. I don’t know if my nightmares were a result of my preoccupation with natural disaster safety protocols or if it was the other way around. I just remember taking earthquake drills really seriously in elementary school, begging my Mom to buy me an escape ladder in case of fire, and preparing a disaster kit with saltines, low sodium canned soup, peanut butter, and water.