Constant Wanderlust

Boston, MA-based illustrator, graphic designer, I'll-try-any-craft-er, gardener/flower grower, and dog owner. Prints can be found at: HeritageCurrentCo.
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You can also ask me anything.
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Repent just means to change direction — and NOT to be said by someone who is waggling their forefinger at you. Repentance is a blessing. Pick a new direction, one you wouldn’t mind ending up at, and aim for that. Shoot the moon.
Anne Lamott, via here

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nobilior:

Gerrit van Honthorst - The Procuress
Nice use of light and shadow. Cf. van Schendel

Chiaroscuro gets me every time

nobilior:

Gerrit van Honthorst - The Procuress

Nice use of light and shadow. Cf. van Schendel

Chiaroscuro gets me every time

The Chap Olympiad in Bedford Square sounds even better than the London Tweed Run

adulting:

Just own up to it. Seriously. Don’t freak out, don’t spend time trying to justify whatever you just said. And, HINT: the more of an urge you feel to justify what you just said, the greater the chance that it was indeed very shitty and this is your way of coping with your own shame.

Say, “Wow, you’re right. I’m really sorry, and thank you for letting me know that.” Then, don’t say that shitty thing again. 

Yup. Much smarter than, say, picking a fight that goes on for *years* and making up absolutely ridiculous things the other person supposedly did that they really didn’t. 

Does that fact that I’ve uttered these exact words make me a grouchy old lady?…

Does that fact that I’ve uttered these exact words make me a grouchy old lady?…

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What I’m saying is, when you start looking at your whole body, and understanding it for what it is, seeing it with your eyes and not your aspirations, it becomes pointless to pick yourself apart. And it starts seeming cruel to reduce other people to their body parts, even if you’re comparing them favorably to yourself. They’ve got whole bodies, too; they’re whole people with their own body perceptions and health concerns, and it’s no business of yours to cast any kind of judgment on them — or yourself, for that matter.

Why You Should Really Look At Yourself In The Mirror (via ameliamagritte)

Seriously, appreciate what you look like no matter what you look like. Especially if you’re female. The human body and what it can do are really amazing.

Also, wear a LOT of bikinis before you have a baby because NO, you are not NOT thin enough to wear one and after you have a kid and get stretch marks and saggy elephant skin on your stomach you will really, REALLY wish you had flaunted how great you looked before. (Sidenote: of course, a baby is totally worth the absolute havoc they wreak on your body.)

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Great title.

I think mine would be “Ehhhhhhh” followed with an illustration of someone half-shrugging their shoulders

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