Everyday it's something.

I'm 27, living in Brooklyn, and an art director/graphic designer.
Life is pretty boring, but only sometimes.

  • 10th
  • January
  • 2013

(Source: shaebay, via tinaathena)

elizabethtown:

I want to wear this everyday.

elizabethtown:

I want to wear this everyday.

(Source: thepursuitaesthetic)

  • 11th
  • September
  • 2012

I’m dating again, and it’s going well. 

  • 17th
  • August
  • 2012
fuckyeahnailart:

nailsbyveryemily:

Cats in Space, read more -

Sooooo this is pretty much my favorite thing, ever.

pretty much all i’ve been caring about lately. 

fuckyeahnailart:

nailsbyveryemily:

Cats in Space, read more -

Sooooo this is pretty much my favorite thing, ever.

pretty much all i’ve been caring about lately. 

  • 16th
  • August
  • 2012
scout:

Why aren’t you following Snoop on Instagram?

scout:

Why aren’t you following Snoop on Instagram?

  • 12th
  • August
  • 2012

Last month, I spent two weeks traveling. While I want to say that all my dreams came true and it was amazing, I have to be honest and say that it was horrific at times, uncomfortable at others, and the dream-come-true part at the end. I spent two years dreaming of these two weeks and six months actually planning this vacation. Perhaps I built the significance up too much, but it meant a lot to me to leave at this exact time.

Leaving for this trip was extremely difficult. Although I arrived early, I missed my flight due to a technicality with the airline. I was met with many unfriendly faces at the checkin desk, and most of the despicable souls working there just seemed annoyed at my existence, made me wait for literally nothing for an hour, and concluded my business with them with me feeling small, helpless, and insignificant. If I incurred some sin, died unknowingly, and then was transported to a low level of purgatory then I’m pretty sure this is what it would look like. They did not reschedule my flight. Instead, I had to cancel my entire flight without a refund and then book a new flight the next day with another airline. It was an entirely traumatic, embarrassing, and money wasting experience. 

At least the next day, I was officially off. I arrived in London. I had been here about seven year before but for the life of me I couldn’t remember my trip too well. I suppose that was already a bad omen. It rained every day for the next four days and was still 50 degrees in temperature. Although I was prepared for this weather, it reminded me why I disliked this place the first time. I met a friend here and we stayed together in this room we rented on Airbnb. London was definitely not on my original itinerary but it was her first time in Europe and I thought that maybe a second visit would be fun. However, after visiting twice, I can freely say that I whole-heartedly dislike London. It is always cold and raining. The city is too spread out. I am unimpressed by the tube, and the cloth covered seats in the cars make me feel uncomfortable. The fascination with the accents wear off after a day. There is little to no diversity. Most importantly, I am unimpressed by the neighborhoods or any of the sights to see. Be it as it may, these are my opinions and my friend loved everything about the city.

Sidenote: To make matters worse, we booked a room through Airbnb but had a lot of drama with the woman that hosted us. I was considering going further into detail about that horrible experience but the faster I forget it the better I’ll be.

After London, we headed straight for Paris and where I wanted to be all along. We stayed at this hostel right in the city. It had a cute courtyard, was hassle free, and was cheaper than our London room which was terrible and far from the city. The first day was amazing. It was bright, sunny, and the weather was perfect. We had a picnic by the Eiffel Tower. The sequential days were spent eating, drinking, and seeing really awesome neighborhoods of Paris. Everything in Paris is amazing. The people aren’t as rude or snobby as their reputation. With a short phrase of, “Parlez-vous Anglais?” I had French men winking and speaking to me in their broken English. The buildings there are old, crumbling, and wrap around you like they are embracing you with all of might. The streets are small, a bit windy, and invite you to walk along them down to the Siene River with a bottle of cheap wine. The sky is sleepy but with patches of light and a warm breeze. Paris is amazing.

I was extremely sad to leave. 

When I first arrived home I felt lonely and disillusioned. Did I really leave for two weeks? It took me a day to accumulate and get back to my routine of indifference and boredom. I felt as if nothing changed and no one missed me. I suppose this is how I react every time I have a vacation. Reality is hard to deal with and a vacation is literally an escape from this reality. I just wish the transition would be easier. 

However, it’s been a month since I’ve been back and things have gotten a lot better. I’ve gotten a lot of work done, spent some good times with friends, and some good things have come my way. I’m still singe, a little scared, and a bit lost but I think things will be okay. For now I’m just focusing on being happy with what I have.

  • 24th
  • July
  • 2012
  • 17th
  • July
  • 2012
thelittletiger:

illustratedladies Adam Hancher

thelittletiger:

illustratedladies Adam Hancher

(via ache)

  • 16th
  • July
  • 2012
Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day.
Tim Kreider, The ‘Busy’ Trap (New York Times)

(Source: psychotherapy)