MacBook 1k. Flowers from lovely co- worker …. Priceless. (Taken with instagram)
MacBook 1k. Flowers from lovely co- worker …. Priceless. (Taken with instagram)
My bday Pressie! Thank you little t! (Taken with instagram)
Ennui (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Cities & Typography by Gokhun Guneyhan
This is absolutely brilliant - epic design based on the feel of the cities themselves. Way to make me feel I am doing absolutely nothing creative with my life. #dark
word.
(Source: crazybrilliantdesigner)
This Christmas, #turkishtyrant and I made pancakes, snuggled through a good movie, and exchanged gifts - I got a Godiva Bonanza that is total death by chocolate. Pup is snuggled in the bed with us. We’re in our PJs and it is cold outside. Cosy, yeah? Nope. Is it just the date? The expectations we place on a holiday? The New Year looming? Depression? Who knows. Anxiety is hard. Loss is worse. Combined, well… not enough Adderall and Klonopin in the world for me. And ginger snaps, as I am sounding so emo it is making me nauseous. Anyway.
Happy Christmas daddy, wherever you are. Keep looking out for me, please? Even if you always detested the hols, I have many Christmases that will always be in my heart spent with you - from my little one ZOMG moment at getting that Barbie Camper Van (biggest pressie under the tree!) at the Christmas grandma Helga always hosted, to that sad Christmas when you told big bro and I that you were moving to another country, to the many ones spent in Newport Beach with the Sullivans, to our very last ones - having sushi before taking me to IAH for one of my many runaways to Europe. Paris, Dusseldorf, Amsterdam, London - you never really did like my escapism (even if inherited from you, too close of a reminder perhaps) but were always quietly supportive, even through my very, very, messy headed and rebellious returns. You have no idea how much I miss and need that quiet strength, that noble heart - that I feel, in my moments of pettiness and shallowness, I did not inherit. My life’s become, or is becoming, so different now. I feel it is all happening too fast, I can’t keep up, am overwhelmed. I don’t want to lose you once more in the middle of all this change. All I can do is hope that you’re proud of the kid I am leaving behind, and the grown up I am trying to become. But I’m scared to stop missing you in the process.
(Source: omocat, via sugarseason)
I know I was…
(Source: buttfactory, via theyoungcantu)
Blending two lives (and a half, if you count the fuzzball #turkishtyrant is hopelessly in love with) is not easy. There’s that huge protein shake bottle (why do boys drink this?! I mean, ew) you can’t fit anywhere in your tiny place. Yeah - tiny. Double the clothes, furniture, art, just all this STUFF - that ultimately is meaningless when you find that one person, that special one, willing to walk your pouffy, fluffy pomeranian - in a pink tutu, natch - with no problem… BUT! Who is strong enough to put you in your place when you bitch out in the mornings because there is no time to stop for a mocha. It takes a strong and special person to be able to handle that fine line. It’s chemistry, discussion, argument and resolution - adding up, like a mocha, into a person blended just for you.
(Source: girlofistanbul)
Dads, I am trying. Really trying.
(via girlofistanbul)
I know typography is big in staging right now, but I don’t quite get the numbers… Either way, they offset the black window perfectly. And, how awesome is this window? While I find B&W a bit too modern and stark (Petite style is more like if an Antropologie store exploded) I love how the pillows, mirror and plant work together to make this space totally cosy.
(Source: smallrooms, via smallrooms)