Lizzie McGuire, you are an outfit repeater! #ootd
ha ha i moved to enolie a thousand years ago so come over if you want pictures of puppies and er stuff i like. thanks cuteys
laminated paper makes the best hand fans. stay cool scholars!
1. if you don’t have time to shower but your face looks sleepy, use aveeno* face lotion to wake it up (amanda)
2. if you spray perfume in your hair, when people give you hugs they’ll tell you how great you smell (anna)
3. wrap the waistband of pants around your neck to see if they’ll fit (abigail)
4. your body in all her shapes and levels of ability should delight you (emily virginia)
5. whole milk and nutmeg in your coffee tastes like october (annalise)
(this is not a comprehensive list but i wanted to celebrate some tips and lessons i’ve learned from women in my life)
(*lol and the generic version works just as well)
And Yet The Books
And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And, touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“We are, ” they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters. So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
Anonymous said: A very long time ago, you made me promise to remember you as you were preparing to graduate. This is my attempt to make good on my word. Emily, you are one of the most eternal and endearing individuals I have ever known. You are witty, brave, selfless, and inspiring. But above all else, you are profound. Profound in your work. In your thoughts. In your soul. It has been among the greatest honors of my life to glimpse the depths of each. Thank you for being you. Please, never stop. Congrats -GAH!
You know, I thought about this message all day and couldn’t imagine at all who could have sent it — deciphering G.A.H. as initials and obsessing. Then it hit me.
And you know what else? I never wrote you back. I treasured your letter and wrote a response that started, “The first letter in a correspondence is like a first date: it’s all about presentation.” It ended ironically and mid-sentence: “The summer is beginning, the cold weather’s leaving and with it my ability to finish—”
I’ve always admired and respected you and I hope you’re doing well. I don’t know what you’re doing or where you are but maybe we can catch up sometime, by letter or something.