+ growing. +

i want to be the girl that makes everything beautiful simply by being present.

+ sneak peek: new jewelry line +

so, i'm making jewelry/pretty things again. i'm a lot more excited for this than normal, which means i'll probably be slacking on 90% of the rest of my life. but, that's okay. i apologize for the horrible photos - i'm excited to take some with natural light within the next couple days (it's been challenging as i leave before the sun comes up and come home after the sun goes down). anyhow, the line will be listed on etsy for purchase within the month.

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nothing was ever beautiful for you.

+ what are you doing with your life? +

I think everyone should read this post, from ChelseaTalksSmack.

My back up plan? I don't have a f*cking back up plan, because when you things get hard, which they always do- in any profession, that "back up plan" BECOMES the plan. It's a cowardly way of giving up.

the rest is here...

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"Seeing our lives as contributing to a valued larger whole is one of the things that gives them a point in our own eyes. The morally good person cares about the goodness of what happens in the world and not just about the goodness of his own actions. If a right action can be seen as contributing to some great good, that increases the importance it has for him. Conversely, if he thinks that things will turn out badly no matter what he does, and especially if he thinks that the long-range effects of right action are about as likely to be bad as good, that will diminish the emotional attraction that duty exerts on him. Having to regard it as very likely that the history of the universe will not be good on the whole, no matter what one does, seems apt to induce a cynical sense of futility about the moral life, undermining one's moral resolve and one's interest in moral considerations." - Robert Merrihew Adams b.1937

+ ache. +

"Time heals all wounds. It does not heal love."

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flickr: flickr.com/lauren_nicole

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Europe may have picked me up off the floor, but it stole from me the romantic innocence I took for granted and now long for in the presence of the cynicism, uncertainty, and jadedness that flew home with me. I am bereft of such naïveté and mourn it's loss. But I'm trying.

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this writing was stolen from madison over at her blog. i hope she doesn't mind. read her a bit. she's wonderful. and now, i'm off to find coffee. oh and ps. i went to an estate auction this weekend and got so many pretty things. pictures soon. yay. annnd p.p.s. i also re-organized all my links over there --> by category so it's easier for you to find the pretty things you want most! xoxo

+ wishlist+

I never make wishlists. Ever. For a whole lot of reasons. But today I'm making one. It's a really short one, but still. Here it is. The end.

+ hearts +

Who gives his heart away too easily must have a heart
under his heart. -James Richardson

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more photos of kristin here.

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The heart under your heart
is not the one you share
so readily so full of pleasantry
& tenderness

it is a single blackberry
at the heart of a bramble
or else some larger fruit
heavy the size of a fist

it is full of things
you have never shared with me
broken engagements bruises
& baking dishes

the scars on top of scars
of sixteen thousand pinpricks
the melody you want so much to carry
& always fear black fear

or so I imagine you have never shown me
& how could I expect you to
I also have a heart beneath my heart
perhaps you have seen or guessed

it is a beach at night
where the waves lap & the wind hisses
over a bank of thin
translucent orange & yellow jingle shells

on the far side of the harbor
the lighthouse beacon
shivers across the black water
& someone stands there waiting

CRAIG ARNOLD

+ stop. +

So, I usually don't post too many photos of other photographers' work, but I stumbled across this and sat and stared at it for probably a solid four minutes. If it makes me think that hard, I should probably share it with you.

, originally uploaded by .neha..

Thank you, neha, for sharing.

+ here to stay. +

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more of this photo here.

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the danger of a broken heart is not the pain.
not the tears, or anger.
not the ache, not the loneliness,
not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big.

the danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with.
mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort.
independence.
the oaths we take. what we swear to ourselves.
the danger is self-reliance.

the danger is that these stitches in our heart don't fall out.
that they are there to stay.
because they must.

the danger is that we know it isn't about love anymore.
and,
it isn't about how perfect we are in our world.
it's about how perfect we are in theirs.

the danger is that two became one.
and a half of one...
well.

half is not whole.

but now we must make it so.

+ tour of my bedroom +

somewhere between working and school i am attempting to decorate the new place. i thought i would post progress of my bedroom to make you all happy. :) not much, but i'll do more after i get some other things out of the way (breakfast).



[ painting more frames ]

[ getting things hung up, slowly ]

[ rain out my window ]

[ notes i leave for myself ]

+ this is how i feel today. +