You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.
danielle laporte (via realdwntomars)
Very good words, especially for some of us (me included). It took me a very long time to stop apologizing for being myself, and I still forget sometimes.
The problem is, when you’re female, you’re taught to apologize A LOT. We’re taught to apologize for having to go past someone, even if we’re bleeding and they’ve been there for half an hour. We’re taught to apologize even when we’ve been wrong all year. We’re taught to apologize if someone else doesn’t like our clothes; we apologize if someone else picked the restaurant and then hates what they ordered.
We even say “I’m sorry” when we’re making a genuine point about real information or our real feelings.
Time to stop being sorry unless we turn around and inadvertently break someone’s nose with a raised elbow. Or forget a birthday.
Book borrowing is the biggest form of true love it’s like, “Here’s a piece of my soul that I think you would enjoy.”
After every war
someone has to clean up.
straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble
to the side of the road,
so the corpse-filled wagons
Someone has to get mired
in scum and ashes,
and bloody rags.
Someone has to drag in a girder
to prop up a wall.
Someone has to glaze a window,
rehang a door.
Photogenic it’s not,
and takes years.
All the cameras have left
for another war.
We’ll need the bridges back,
and new railway stations.
Sleeves will go ragged
from rolling them up.
Someone, broom in hand,
still recalls the way it was.
Someone else listens
and nods with unsevered head.
But already there are those nearby
starting to mill about
who will find it dull.
From out of the bushes
sometimes someone still unearths
and carries them to the garbage pile.
Those who knew
what was going on here
must make way for
those who know little.
And less than little.
And finally as little as nothing.
In the grass that has overgrown
causes and effects,
someone must be stretched out
blade of grass in his mouth
gazing at the clouds.
— Wisława Szymborska
(Translated by Joanna Trzeciak)
Things I was supposed to do today but didn’t:
Things I did actually do today:
We wouldn’t want to be anywhere else…with anyone else.
Leslie: We need to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, work. Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn’t matter, but work is third.
100 Favorite Female TV Characters (in alphabetical order): 60. Leslie Knope (Parks and Recreation)
OMFG this is brilliant
I HAVE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT OH MY GODD
Circus Tree: Six individual sycamore trees were shaped, bent, and braided to form this.
how the hell do you bend and braid a tree
Actually pretty easy. Trees don’t reject tissue from other trees in the same family. You bend the tree to another tree when it is a sapling, scrape off the bark on both trees where they touch, add some damp sphagnum moss around them to keep everything slightly moist and bind them together.
Then wait a few years- The trees will have grown together.
You can use a similar technique to graft a lemon branch or a lime branch or even both- onto an orange tree and have one tree that has all three fruits.
As a biologist I can clearly state that plants are fucking weird and you should probably be slightly afraid of them.
On that note! At the university (UBC) located in town, the Agriculture students were told by their teacher that a tree flipped upside down would die. So they took an excavator and flipped the tree upside down. And it’s still growing. But the branches are now the roots, and the roots are now these super gnarly looking branches. Be afraid.
But Vi, how can you mention that and NOT post a picture? D: