Frustration Consumption.
I wish people would stop harping on my inability to date, love and/or care about men. It’s not a priority at this time in my life. I can’t help this issue if I don’t care about it enough to work on it.
Words.
Words seem to be the only thing people can offer me, yet they are wholly dissatisfying because words are wind. They have no meaning and no hope because they are often said without thought and without care. Sometimes, I suppose they are meant as comfort and reassurance but more often than not, they are empty. Words make promises that are rarely kept. They make claims that are often false. They give us a false sense of security so that we might, for a moment, think that words are worth more than we truly know.
So why are we so stuck on using all these words?
As a logical being, I know the reality of these words and yet, my heart wishes for more. I think and plan and do the best I can to remember what is real, but somehow, these words always get the best of me. I remember too many words and too many people.
All I am left with is disappointment.
country house/accions
via: accionsbcn
This is a super cool way to combine the indoors and outdoors. The wood details and pieces give the interior a much more natural and home-y feeling, which is pretty dope considering the very angular and modern design of the space. (And modern usually equates to cold and sterile looking spaces…) I would pay big money for this. Or rather, hopefully I will get paid big money someday when I think of things like this. SO COOL!
(Source: cabbagerose)
humdeedum.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I guess that’s just part of being young. It’s funny to me that I am still so young because everything inside feels so old. I think the only young thing about me is that I have crazy urges to do things and actually act upon these random impulses. A sort of fearlessness, if you will.
I think shall enjoy my weekend escape, although it’s probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done so far. Of all the reckless & crazy things I’ve done in my life, you wouldn’t think that this weekend would be so frightening for me. Or maybe you would.
This weekend, I shall be alone.
Jun Igarashi
What an amazing space. I wish I had designed it. I wish I lived in it. And I wish I worked in it. Goodness me. It’s so clean and simple, but absolutely breathtaking.
