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it has been a really, really rough week and i need to turn my mental state around. i tend to find that doing nice things for other people helps.
if you would like something nice — a message, encouragement, a story, a thought, a picture, a songmix, whatever — let me know. i’ll work on them over the weekend. just let me know what you’d like it to be, a jumping off point and if you’d like it to be private or public.
reblogging… an offer good through sunday :)
it has been a really, really rough week and i need to turn my mental state around. i tend to find that doing nice things for other people helps.
if you would like something nice — a message, encouragement, a story, a thought, a picture, a songmix, whatever — let me know. i’ll work on them over the weekend. just let me know what you’d like it to be, a jumping off point and if you’d like it to be private or public.
lizcrissplanty replied to your post: when tumblr is not good for me
IA, people can be amazing whether they are beautiful or not. The two are not the same thing.
It’s not. And i’m just so tired of this whole “everyone is beautiful!” movement - as if there is something seriously wrong if you don’t think of yourself as beautiful. it’s fine to accept yourself in any other way — FA have reclaimed “fat” as a positive phrase — but you can’t accept yourself as ugly.
i’m not beautiful. i’m not pretty. on some exceptional days, i’m passable for “cute.” but apparently i’m a bad person for not thinking i’m beautiful. that so annoys the fuck out of me.
vigee-le-brun replied to your post: when tumblr is not good for me
Amy: I relate to all of this far more than you can know. Thank you for being brave and eloquent and putting words to feelings.
ginamak replied to your post: when tumblr is not good for me
I understand this. I do. Much love to you.
xoxo to you both
Gratitude
A wonderful, emotional piece from Allyson: Gratitude“I didn’t know Adam Yauch. I never met him, or even spotted him in traffic or standing in line at a coffee shop in L.A. But when I read the news of Yauch’s passing last Friday, I crumbled. That afternoon, I drove over to the studio where his band recorded Check Your Head and Ill Communication, just a couple of miles from my apartment, and laid flowers by the back stairs. That night I curled into that tiny ball I can twist myself into when I want to show people I can fit into their carry-on luggage, and I sobbed quietly into a pillow.
…
When someone you love dies, it’s usually someone you know, someone to whom you’ve expressed your love. When an artist dies, someone you never knew, but still someone who seemed to know you so well, whose words gave you comfort…there’s a special kind of empty left in your heart. It’s not that I’m broken because I didn’t get to say goodbye. It’s that I was never able to say hello. I was never able to say thank you.”
Tonight a most lovely and wonderful person told me, completely unbidden and unexpectedly, that I am an inspiration to her. So strange to hear the one thing that I so very much want to hear, to be. I almost started to cry. Writing this out, I am.
When people walk really slow in front of me
this is what it’s like working in Times Square.
i was going to start that whole “100 things about me” piece but i can’t come up with anything interesting to write up in detail.
watching “touch”
i’ve understood about 40-50% of the russian without reading subtitles.
considering i’ve been out of practice for almost 15 years, i’m quite impressed with myself.
Questions
Do you have a mentor?
How did you find them?
Did they seek you out or did you seek them out?

