I accidentally started to look up life planners for next year, given that my date book only goes up to March and I don’t think I’ll be back in Japan until October to get another one. (That’s a lot of months without a planner, I just can’t cope with that.)
But after looking at the Erin Condren Life Planner everyone raves about, I’m in a world of looking up other planners. Personally, I think the EC is too big for me. I like my planners to be hand sized, and being that my hands are, at max, 15cm long incl fingers, there’s no way that fits into that category. I’ve found, through experience, that if I can carry it in a tiny bag, I’m more likely to take it everywhere. And if it’s cute.
Which is why Datebooks from Japan normally work brilliantly for me - they’re tiny and cute. But; expensive to import for what they are. So I’m taking a look down alternative, creative avenues. Plus, I may, it seems, need to have more room on my diary spaces in the future with this job. (Meetings all over the place mean no space for length of swimming etc. Rubbish.) So. A slightly bigger idea is required.
Except now, I’m tangled up in the online world of cute stationery and I can’t get out. Please. Send help.
My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
#no but can you imagine if that was how you learned once a month you weren’t pregnant#by some dude singing songs about the victory of it#you wake up and he’s there and you are so happy#this dude becomes your favorite dude#but then you realize you haven’t seen your friend’s minstrel in a while#I mean everyone notices#like half the people are on the same cycle so for one week out of four your job is just flooded with fucking minstrels everywhere#the cacophony#but Mary over there is all alone#and she’s like my minstrel is late#but we all fucking know#her minstrel has gone off to find her a baby#a nine month journey he must make alone#and until he comes back there is no music in her life#what a glorious world this would be#I love the minstrels (@onionjuggler)
in the way she applies her lipstick,
oil n’ wax smoothing over soft skin,
white teeth and a blood red mouth.
She could kiss you
just as well as kill you,
but there’s this love you have
for hard girls in soft clothing,
pink cheeks tinted by anger and wine.
The height of her heels matches
the length of her skirt
and you ache to follow the seam
on the back of her tights
with your hands
and your own blood red mouth,
covering satin and whispering
promises about date nights
and warm fingers and exploring
all the places you’ve never been.
But soon she’s capping her lipstick
and squeezing your heart
with just her open hand.
She leaves you with the door swinging
and it takes you a moment
to understand that you’ve fallen in love
with a girl without a name
in some restroom at some bar
and it’s all too telling
that this isn’t the first time
and it surely won’t be the last,
because your heart has hooks, my dear.
It catches on to all
the pretty things that pass."
i need ferguson to go down in history books. i need school children in the year 2074 to learn about michael brown being shot on august 9th, 2014 by officer darren wilson. i need this to spark a movement. this can not lose the focus of society a mere month after it happened.