I have a feeling this summer will be awesome because I’m lucky enough to start it off with such great friends, pets, circumstances, etc. I’m excited for shows, jamming (hopefully), being done school (AJKSJ), biking, learning, culinary adventures and all the other kinds of adventures.
I’m also finally achieving this level of respect/belief in self enough that I don’t feel obligated to make or fake nice with people I don’t like or respect. It doesn’t entail being malicious, just doing my best to not interact with whoever and being civil to them when it does indeed happen. Why?
Because my thoughts and feelings aren’t anything I should be ashamed of or have to hide just because it’s not “nice”. Everyone has likes and dislikes, and regardless of whether you give a shit or not - there will always be somebody who doesn’t like you… and it doesn’t matter cause you continue living your life and having fun and becoming the person you want to be.
Things change and that’s not a bad thing. Life goes on, and we do alright.
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This has been stuck in my head all day.
i’d rather be alone than alone with you
npr:
Patricia Volk tells Terry Gross about how Elsa Schiaparelli changed women’s underwear:
Women’s underwear before World War II was kind of elaborate. It was usually made of silk and it had pleats and it had to be ironed. This was in France. There was no such thing as ‘drip dry’ and when the war started, most of the men went to the front and the women had to take jobs. There was gas rationing and so everybody had bicycles and you had to be licensed to ride a bike in Paris and in one year bike licenses tripled: it went up to 11 million. The way women dressed with these long skirts and this very elaborate underwear didn’t lend itself to riding a bike so Schiap changed panties completely. First of all, there was famine, so she got rid of the buttons and put elastic in the waist so that as you were losing weight, your panties would stay on. Then, she made them out of drip-dry material, so you didn’t need a maid to iron them … and she added a double-slung crotch and suddenly women could ride their bikes with a lot more freedom.
Image via Vintage Everyday
So much good information here, I had to share. — tanya b.
Our snowy plover eggs hatched behind the scenes! In case you were wondering, the dots on their heads are our way of telling the birds apart until they are old enough to get banded.
(Thanks to Aimee Greenebaum for the photo.)
my pup pup came home
weeeee
I am putting all of myself into changing my life because that’s who it affects. It doesn’t matter if I don’t feel like I’m “worth it” because when it’s my body and my life - it does. I’m going to keep telling myself that until I don’t have to anymore because I know it so well it’s not even something I have to think about. No more excuses.
I don’t want to be sad anymore and I won’t be.
