Ask away.

Right now: Austin, Texas
This one time: Richmond, Virginia
Once upon a time: Fort Lauderdale, Florida
From time to time: Brooklyn, New York

Grant me the serendipity to change
the things I cannot accept.
Day One: Your view today.
I’ve been domestic the past couple weeks, sorting and organizing and cleaning. After a lot of traveling and being away, I missed being here. This is the longest I’ve lived in one spot in my adult life. I like this place.

Day One: Your view today.

I’ve been domestic the past couple weeks, sorting and organizing and cleaning. After a lot of traveling and being away, I missed being here. This is the longest I’ve lived in one spot in my adult life. I like this place.

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fatbatman:

Blowin’ in the Wind - Bob Dylan

(via thelaughteroftrees)

6 hours ago
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Wow. You can knit any which way you want: right or left, English or Continental or Peruvian or something you made up. She’s covering for her poor teaching skills. Come to Arts & Drafts: Rio Rita 7pm Thursdays. Toughest crafters in the city!

Best news! I will be in touch.

1 day ago
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Am I missing out on health benefits or something that “righties” are so called privilege to?

If you signed up for a calligraphy class, would you, as a dominant righty, be ok with the teacher giving you no choice but to start learning this new skill with your left hand?

No? Aw come on, it’s a new skill; neither hand knows it yet, plus, here, buy this lie: lefty is the only way calligraphy is done, regardless of your handedness.

I’ve lived a lifetime of being treated like a pain in the ass and told “just learn it righty” in regards to musical instruments, cutting and styling hair, and now knitting.

Majority doesn’t rule. It sucks.

1 day ago
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What do you mean by “you people”

Privileged righties, denying my lefts; trying to make me conform to your norms!

1 day ago
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Brand logo impressions on a 5-year-old.

1 day ago
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There’s this thing I’m going to do.

There’s this thing I’m going to do.

5 hours ago
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zombiecuddle:

meghanagain:

dyfl:

nickminichino:

Kristen Bell on ellen. The topic is sloths. Do not sleep on this video. 

It’s actually tough to overstate how much you should not sleep on this video.

I just experienced so many feelings and maybe cried. 

(also if I had any influence in the world at all, The Collected Kristen Bell on Craig Ferguson would have gotten a theatrical release instead of, like, When in Rome.)

This is the greatest thing the universe has ever produced.

All this time I thought sloths were my spirit animal when it’s actually Kristen Bell who is my spirit animal.

(Source: oh-rebecca)

1 day ago
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lacey replied to your photoset
When is your 5K?

Never, because the streets are all, “get outta here, you.

1 day ago
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My mom taught me knitting left handed. She just reversed the steps and it really wasn’t that difficult for either her or I (she is right handed).

Yeah. It’s definitely reversible; I don’t know what the teacher’s deal was. I learned righty because I was given no choice. It sucked. I spent 3 hours making a 2” square mess. I got home and reversed what I learned in order to knit lefty, because it was the logical thing to do. It took me 10 minutes to get as far as that picture shows.

It’s one thing for a teacher to refuse to reverse it, but it’s a whole other to completely deny in-class that there is any other way to knit, after replying to my pre-signup email (which stated explicitly that I do not want to learn right-handed) to tell me she’s lefty and will help me learn.

1 day ago
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Bob Dylan” is not his real name. The “Ramones” were not related. “Sun Ra” was from Alabama, not Saturn. The Strokes’ dads are not plumbers. “Rick Ross”… look, we don’t have time for this. Yes, Internet, and God bless you for devoting most of the past half-year exclusively to pointing this out, Lana Del Rey is a pose, a persona, a version 2.0, at least, the contrivance of a messy, wayward, unformed, aspiring pop star rummaging through closets and clutching at borrowed pearls. Desperate to be what she thinks you want her to be. Calculated, malleable, untrustworthy, fumbling indelicately for “her” voice or a voice that’s “real.” As the Bard wrote: “I can change / I can change / I can change / I can change / If it makes you fall in love.” Eat it, Lizzy Grant. We got you. We cracked the code. Consider youself chastised. Feel free now, Internet, to go back to what you were doing before, i.e. subjecting to withering skepticism and operatic disdain the alleged authenticity of every scrap of music ever created by every human being seeking a modicum of public approval, ever, with the possible exception of Fugazi. Calm down.