switchfoot: restless. 

until the sea of glass we meet
at last completed and complete
where tide and tear and pain subside
and laughter drinks them dry…

switchfoot: where i belong. love. love. love. these lyrics.

and when i reach the other side
i want to look You in the eye
and know that i’ve arrived
in a world where i belong…

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“artist Yayoi Kusama constructed a large domestic environment (at the queensland gallery of modern art in australia), painting every wall, chair, table, piano, and household decoration a brilliant white, effectively serving as a giant white canvas. over the course of two weeks, the museum’s smallest visitors were given thousands upon thousands of colored dot stickers and were invited to collaborate in the transformation of the space, turning the house into a vibrantly mottled explosion of color.“

while i find this exhibit/instillation absolutely brilliant, i must admit the final “obliteration” result gives me a bit of anxiety…i don’t know if i could manage to be amidst the sticker explosion for too long without stressing out a bit (:

thank you for sharing, kd!!

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walk in love tees.

stripes + big bow. ring finger glitz.

rooney mara, vogue, november 2011.

daytime fireworks.

and july, by cry day care choir.

it’s almost the weekend. wah. hoo.

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ready to go. ready to eat. ready to learn.
where shall we begin?

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{courtesy of rickmereki.com}

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In November of 1958, John Steinbeck — the renowned author of, most notably, The Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, and Of Mice and Men — received a letter from his eldest son, Thom, who was attending boarding school. In it, the teenager spoke of Susan, a young girl with whom he believed he had fallen in love.

Steinbeck replied the same day. His beautiful letter of advice can be enjoyed below.

New York
November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply—of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it—and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone—there is no possible harm in saying so—only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,
Fa

{via letters of note}

ben howard: follaton wood. 3 weeks with ben & still going strong…the favorite this weekend.

freelance whales: hannah. this quirky quintet makes my heart happy.

bon iver: i can’t make you love me / nick of time. justin’s voice is my favorite late night companion.

walk off the earth: somebody that i used to know (gyote cover). genius.

breakbot: baby i’m yours. sometimes you just have to bust a few moves. in your room. by yourself.

adios.

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hannah + anthony.
glasses + mustache.
old wood fencing + 600 paper cranes.
photo booth + cuuutecake topper.

{courtesy of green wedding shoes}

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katie + zeck.
balloons + balloons.
quirky socks + cute details.
and still more balloons.

{courtesy of green wedding shoes}

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erin + brent.
bowties + suspenders.
popcorn + beer.
light bulbs + umbrellas.

{courtesy of green wedding shoes}

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