Habit formation, or how I’m failing & succeeding at the same time
No I hadn’t taken a vow of silence I just got busy… back to writing on my blog, this time about habit formation/failure/success:
The silence is getting deafening over here and I have so many excuses for it, but I hate making excuses.
When I get busy I don’t write.
As person who considers herself a writer (to a humble extent), this is a bad thing. A basic principle of writing is to write every day. Even for just a few minutes. Establish the habit.
Consider that particular habit not established here.
A month ago I started a…
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11:55 am • 24 March 2014
untitled drawings, spring 2013
colored pencil, water color on paper
10:30 am • 11 December 2013 • 167 notes
“I am terrified by this dark thing
that sleeps in me;
all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”
— Sylvia Plath (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: splitterherzen, via thatkindofwoman)
10:30 am • 10 December 2013 • 7,582 notes
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
— Langston Hughes (via cajunmama)
10:30 am • 7 December 2013 • 2,229 notes
Letter to my Long Lost Cat
I see you, my beauty boy, in the reflection of those shining black-brown rocks ahead of me. I see the green o’ thy eyes in every rained, sweated leaf shaking in my eyes.
I remember the sweet smell of your fur against my neck when I was deeply in trouble and how, somehow you made it better — you knew! You knew always when I hurt and you made comfort for me, as I did once for you when you were a broken kitten.
Anyway, I love you Cassius — and thank you for your beauty.
Please come back!
— With this 1974 letter, Elizabeth Taylor joins history’s famous pet-lovers. But by far the best lost cat story is this. (via explore-blog)
(Source: , via explore-blog)
1:38 pm • 6 December 2013 • 132 notes
The movie Frozen was extremely heartwarming yet painful for me to watch. When I was really young my mother had a late term miscarriage, and I was too young to understand it at the time. The bedroom that was meant for my sister became empty and the door remained closed for a very long time. I used to pretend that she was in there sometimes. The door that separated Anna and Elsa really struck a chord with me.
Oh Kaitlyn. I’m sorry. My mom has a mid-term miscarriage when I was young and to this day I get misty-eyed on the would have been due date of my sister. Miscarriage is so hard to process personally. And our culture doesn’t really know how to handle it. I’m not sure why - it’s a real loss. A wound that takes a long time to heal.
1:17 pm • 6 December 2013 • 11 notes