Keith Lemley: Something And Nothing
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May 28th, 2012
Using thousands of meticulously painted dots (“ten-ten” in Japanese) designer and photographer Miharu Matsunaga explores the interconnectedness of people and places. Stunning, intricate detail, not unlike the amazing salt maze installations by Matoi Yamomoto.
this is who i am
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May 27th, 2012
the thinker of tender thoughts. shel silverstein.
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i never liked skylights until this moment.
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May 25th, 2012
it’s so hard to sum up feelings and events. i mean, many events in and of themselves aren’t necessarily significant unless there’s back story. and feelings require another language altogether because i don’t have a word big enough for how i feel. which leaves me at a frustrating cross road.
however, i feel like i will go mad if i don’t let some of this escape… so i guess i’m going to bla(h)g.
Vanderbilt: i’m an idiot. i mean, truly. i’m the worlds biggest pessimist until it comes to estimating time. then the eternal optimist kicks in and i’m left bitterly disappointed. I don’t know why I thought Vanderbilt would get me in within a few weeks, and a couple weeks after that I would stroll back on to the plane to Ohio a changed woman. why would i assume this lovely time frame? if i’m not accepted into the study, for whatever reason, then the outpatient program is 7 months away. if i AM accepted for study, it’s still a few months wait. why this is significant?
my “optimism” registered me for classes in the fall
it gave hope to my son that I might be able to join them at the beach this summer
in my mind I was working again and paying my bills like a normal human.
it had me exercising and losing weight so i don’t look like a whale
it had me moved out of my parents basement with hopes of just joining the human race again.
but nope. each day drags on. the immense suffering. the crippling disappointments I am handing over to my patient, 9 year old son. the loss of self to this disgusting illness. the loneliness and isolation i feel with my friends. and will continue to move at a snails pace until at LEAST the fall. a whole season away.
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then today I met the man who bought my home. as my health declined, so did my “upkeep” on the house. he was kind, and shook my hand and i felt like i needed to cower and apologize for the mess. i felt ashamed that he and his family aren’t living there yet because of the work being done to it. did he look at me and wonder how people lived there? did he think it was pathetic that i just lost my house because i was unable to pay my mortgage? what color of loser was i?
tomorrow i need to call the university and cancel things. i need to bear down and find a place in my head that will keep me safe for the next few months. i need to pray Dear God help me from this hell.
May 24th, 2012
help
May 23rd, 2012
gah! birch vase! LOVE
prettiest mug ever. love the organic feel
May 21st, 2012
beautiful steampunk book ring. aside from her creepy singular long nail! my friend always finds the coolest jewelry
owl nails. love.
DNA strain necklace. love crap like this. on thinkgeek.com
