David Byrne just makes me happy and I’m not going to deny it.
Mother, Mother
So, today is Mother’s Day, you know? And usually I don’t put too much stock in days with labels - feels like you should appreciate people every day, right? But I got to talking with a friend of mine about my mom, and it just made me want to say what a great one she was. It’s hard to believe it’s been 12 years since I got to see her.
For those of you who never knew my mom, she was pretty awesome. She was nice and smart and
It’s strange when you realize that heartbreak has turned from wrenching pain to tender nostalgia.
And feeling oddly tender toward yourself at the memory of your pain…
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I’m not sure why I post these. I think there’s something in me that takes pleasure in forcing vulnerability, in the intensity of my expression, the tightness of my lips. Ah, life.
Maya is not only one of the best gals I know, she also does cool art things and sometimes sells them to pay for dental emergencies. Help a girl out! http://www.etsy.com/shop/mayamigo
Hey everyone — Maya is having a major art sale / fundraiser in order to be able to afford necessary dental work in this health-care-deprived country. New paintings! Please reblog, check out her tumblr below, or proceed directly to her etsy: http://www.etsy.com/shop/mayamigo!
Hello world!
Due to weak Eastern European enamel, and the state of health care in America, I’m having an all out fund-raiser in order to pay for a dental emergency (front teeth).
There’s work available in all price ranges from 10 dollar art books, to 25 dollar prints, to larger and more…
“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.” - Camus
Thoughts on trying to take a vacation alone:
-People never stop talking to you, inviting you places. Unless I stay in on my terrace, I am constantly approached.
-Something seems so unspeakably rude about telling another person that you’d really like to just read, actually.
-Something tells you that, while you’d really prefer to be spending time alone, being allowed to do that might fill you with a big, dark, inexplicable feeling. And maybe that’s what you need.
Oh, the places we go
Earlier this month, I was in the middle of a meeting at work, and I was suddenly seized with this fear that I had missed the deadline to submit my immigration application to Canada.
When I got back to my desk, I was relieved to confirm the assumption that I’d been going on, without ever really double checking, that the deadline was still a month away.
And I realized that, despite life changes, I still want to do this. Whether I’ll ultimately move to Montreal remains to be seen, but after years of planning and interviews, after meeting great friends, and after realizing how much I just love Montreal, I know that I have to follow through with this bit.
It’s a strange sensation, though. When this whole process started, I was in love and planning to get real old and with someone in this foreign land. But even a match made on Craigslist can break down under pressure. And now this little adventure has taken on a different tone… a little less like marriage and a little more like flirting, I suppose.
