Hello You, Hello Me

Jun 01

Fuzzy Animal Friday!!

Baby manatee says hello.

(be prepared, otter posts are coming your way)

May 31

Hello Confession/ Overshare Thursday

Following Valerie and this post I’ll talk about about me for a minute.

I flake out on people too often. Not because I don’t care about them or want to see them, but because sometimes I don’t have the energy to socialize. I don’t answer the text, email or phone call. I forget to respond to the Facebook message or Twitter DM and then I spend the next two weeks beating myself up about it instead of reaching out.

I’ve gained at least 15lbs in the last three three months. Thank you last semester of grad school.

I wish I were further along in my career. 29 and just finished college with little field-specific experience is not where I thought I would be and it’s hard on my ego. I’m also nervous about losing my job oh, every day or so.

I don’t know if I want kids. Maybe one, maybe. I love kids but I can’t handle the responsibilities of being a pet owner; I have no idea what I would do with children.

I read blogs that are written like fairytales. Happy families, great houses, parties, friends, trips, dream life. It’s torture because I don’t believe my life will ever look like that. Not even a little bit. I should probably stop either reading them or stop thinking about my life that way.

I have absolutely no idea what my future will look like in 5 months, let alone 5 years. I am a girl without a life plan.

‘murica!

Hello Ron Swanson breakfast,

all that’s missing is a pretty, dark-haired woman.

(Source: badhills, via alwaysberyan)

May 30

GPOYW

This is my go-to hairstyle for stormy days,

humid days,

days when I wake up late,

or when I’m too lazy to care.

So, basically every day?

I’m also working/making playlists (hence the earbud)

and anticipating one of my best and loveliest friend’s farewell bbq tonight.

She’s going home to Brazil and leaving me.

I’ve begged and pleaded for her to stow me away.

I told her I’d happily fit in a suitcase and breathe through a straw but she won’t budge.

accidentalchinesehipsters:

To set a lone tenant of aesthetic appraisal to this man, I choose: Balance. Notice how the graceful curve and heft of his exposed belly is terminated in another bulge, the artfully hanging codpiece pack. A pale yin to a bulky yang. This is echoed in the delicate tuft of bleached yellow hair floating atop his formidable shaved dome. Art! Living, breathing art.

Alison Jia saw him “directing parking in the bus lot near the city wall in Xi’an.” Check out her sweet ceramics project Middle Kingdom Porcelain and you’ll find even more pleasing Chinese forms.

Hello accidental chinese hipsters,

the most perfect tumblr.

Hello give me all the caffeine in this office,

nay,

in Dallas.

Please and thank you.

(Source: etsy.com, via tiportiff)

May 29

12 Famous Book Titles That Come From Poetry -

juliasegal:

1. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold - “I Knew a Woman” by Theodore Roethke

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!

2. A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh - The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

…I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

3. Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe - “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

4. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck - “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough” by Robert Burns

But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

5. Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy - “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray

Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

6. Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust - “Sonnet 30″ by William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

7. Endless Night by Agatha Christie - “Auguries of Innocence” by William Blake

Every night and every morn,
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

8. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway - “Meditation XVII” by John Donne

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

9. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers - “The Lonely Hunter” by William Sharp

O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing:
O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing.
Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

10. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou - “Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!

11. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald - “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats

Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

12. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster - Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

Passage to India!
Struggles of many a captain–tales of many a sailor dead!
Over my mood, stealing and spreading they come,
Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach’d sky.