I continue to suspend the reality that inspirational quotes trend towards the cloying and the cliché, earnestly hoping that their repetition will pay off.
The statement, style, and song that I’m obsessed with right now.
When you don’t follow any religion, you have to find your Gods elsewhere to avoid not going insane. What I mean is, we all need something to believe in–anything to help us come to terms with what’s unknown. My higher powers these days include Buddhist proverbs, astrology, and a collection of sentences from my favorite books.
Coveting languid basics in shades of white and denim, and sharing some favorite new tunes to take them all off to.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to the Dear Diary posts.
A recent post on Man Repeller declares that belly buttons are the new nipples on the scale of shock-worthy body embellishments to reveal in public. While that may be the case for your average woman, it was laughable to me, because guess what? I don’t even have a belly button.
A rundown of what’s taking up my brain space these days. Currently very into overnight oats, Leila Yavari, old Destiny’s Child, depressing but insightful Holocaust memoirs, Mad Men, faulty celebrity feminism, etc. Ya know, the usual.
“…and I am not your transitional phrase.” Quick thoughts on love, and what it’s not.
An Albert Camus quote renders my un-inspiration A-okay, and a survey sent from a reader gives me the perfect false sense of productivity. Happy Saturday!