The Readers Digest of My Life

this urn will turn you into a tree after you die

seapeny:

rainbow-road-to-happiness:

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You can choose what kind of tree you want to become

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Idk I just find this beautiful 

just imagine cemeteries looking like this

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a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself.

this is a serious post about how much I want this. I’ll make sure my family knows.

I seriously have been saying I want this to happen with me after death!! I love this!

(via eldemarest)

Warning… a very long personal post on my recent miscarriage

For those of you that didn’t know I was pregnant, I’m sorry to spring it on you in this way. But tumblr is my place to emote and I need to do that now.

I had a miscarriage early Monday morning. I was 10 weeks along in my first pregnancy. Eddie and I were beyond excited and had already told quite a few people and were making plans for our life with this baby.

Monday was physically very scary. And emotionally traumatic. I have learned that many people have experienced miscarriages and that I am most definitely not alone in this experience.

The thing I am the most grateful for during this experience is my amazing husband. It is such an understatement to say that I am a lucky girl. Eddie saw, did and had to endure unspeakable things during this experience that, I think, many men would be unable to see, do or endure.

In the emergency room, in the middle of the night, I was beyond scared. Eddie was the one calm me down. There was so many things that I should have been embarrassed of, but Eddie made me feel like it was just another at the doctors.

I have no idea how he was so strong, because I know that on the inside he was probably more devastated than I was. But not only was he able to hold it together, but was able to hold me together.

Ladies, you all deserve to have a man like I do. One that will do anything to take care of you.
Men, please strive to be this type of man for the women in your life. Strong, but still emotional.

This has been one of the hardest things we’ve ever had to endure. It was also one of the scariest experiences of my life. Even though it is still really hard to deal with, I am more than willing to answer any questions that anyone may have, no matter how personal or invasive they may seem. I never want anyone to have to go through this, but I was so unaware and unprepared for how a miscarriage happened that I think I was more scared and lost than anything else.

So many of our friends and family have many amazingly helpful and supportive. It’s so great to have a solid support system. Thanks to all of you.

We are doing much better today and I’m sure it’ll get better as time passes. We are in no way giving up on being parents. As soon as the doctor and my body will allow, we will begin to try again. We know that it just wasn’t our time to be parents, but we are confident that it will be soon.

Also… Sorry to spring this on some of you, but I thought it was important to have on my blog.

humansofnewyork:

“What’s the meanest thing anyone’s ever said to you?”
“Die of AIDS, you cocksucker.”

humansofnewyork:

“What’s the meanest thing anyone’s ever said to you?”
“Die of AIDS, you cocksucker.”

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

This is possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read.  (via theglasschild)

(via girlcanteach)

humansofnewyork:

In October I gave a TEDx talk at Columbia College. It just came online today. Essence of the talk is how our worldview is negatively affected by good stories. 

I am literally dying to see this movie. But it will now have to wait for at least 2 maybe 3 weeks cause school is totally ramping up. Ugh!

I am literally dying to see this movie. But it will now have to wait for at least 2 maybe 3 weeks cause school is totally ramping up. Ugh!

ashleymater:

Tippi Benjamine Okanti Degré, daughter of French wildlife photographers Alain Degré and Sylvie Robert, was born in Namibia. During her childhood she befriended many wild animals, including a 28-year old elephant called Abu and a leopard nicknamed J&B. She was embraced by the Bushmen and the Himba tribespeople of the Kalahari, who taught her how to survive on roots and berries, as well as how to speak their language.

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Look at this cute baby that I got to hang out with tonight!! #babyroux #auntie  (at Lazy Dog Cafe)

Look at this cute baby that I got to hang out with tonight!! #babyroux #auntie (at Lazy Dog Cafe)