trying to get my fill of technology (actually just tumblr) before I leave civilization again. but i need sleeeep.
The senior party last night was amazing. Seeing so many of my classmates win such extravagant prizes was cool enough, but even more amazing was the hypnotist. And best of all was seeing to psychics. They used tarot cards and were really on point. I’d always wanted a real life tarot reading, and having it done was way cooler than I thought it would be. One of the ladies said that her spirit guides were giving her insights about me and my potential which was really cool. I’ll be honest, they said some things that really surprised me about relationships and what will come of them in the future, but nonetheless they were really positive things. Okay, that’s all :)
you are not a mistake. you are too many exquisite details to be a mistake.
my mom makes me feel like shit for buying some other stuff (foot wipes and sunglasses)(with my own money) when I take her car because she only wanted me to buy stamps and thank you cards. she yells at me, says she never wants me to take her car again, and calls me a compulsive shopper. so i’m sobbing my eyes out in my attic, feeling like a complete loser, sobbing about all of the ways i’ve let people down over the past few months, and then my dad comes upstairs. he just tells me not to absorb my mom’s negative energy because she’s really stressed out. And then he says something that really surprises me-he tells me that yesterday, when he was looking for a card for his mom and stepdad’s anniversary, he saw a section for fathers day cards and thought to himself that he already has the greatest father’s day present: me. and I’m like “Why??” because our relationship has never been perfect and i’ve always felt like i was never living up to his expectations. And he just starts saying how he’s so proud of me—because I’m such a beautiful person. And he says that I have no idea how proud he is of me. And I’m completely humbled by this, because this is the man who, a few months ago, basically said that his affection for me is completely conditional on my academic and worldly success. And since then he’s changed his mind so much I can’t even fathom it. But this is all I’ve wanted for so many years, so many fucking years of him only telling me he’s proud of me on the rare occasion that I do something really great. This is fucking GRACE. God is moving.
Literally dumbfounded by grace
Inspired by the painting “Court ladies preparing newly woven silk,” attributed to Emperor Huizong, Northern Song dynasty, early 12th century, this is another project recreating the fashions of the Tang Dynasty.
I was watching tv last night and this commercial for Volvo comes on. It opens with this very pretty yet harsh looking woman with pristine makeup and a very tightly slicked back bun. She’s wearing a high-end, finely tailored business suit…