my main babe @dylanasuarez
Brigette, Cheryl & I on a gorgeous NY fall day in October, love these babes.
photo by Dylana
- Camera: Canon EOS REBEL T2i
- Aperture: f/2.2
- Exposure: 1/1250th
- Focal Length: 76mm
starting up a little (frivolous&chill) blog collaboration with my bbgirl Dylana over at Color Me Nana. Watch out for it! In the meantime check her out.
I’m wearing a dress with no tights today, no tights! Spring is here and I just want to do
hoodrat nature things with my friends.
“Leaving is fucking hard. Let me tell you something, whether you’re me or whether you’re anyone in this crowd, leaving is a tough thing to do, because if you don’t have all of your heart and only half of it, how are you supposed to live your life with that? How are you supposed to live the rest of your life on half of your heart? It’s ugly people. It’s ugly, but you’ve got to live your life as a whole. People say live for today, I don’t think it’s right. You’ve gotta live for the big picture.”
"How often do you look back, really reflect on what you’ve done? The insignificance of it all. Pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts. But do you ever wonder how you will be remembered? Or if what you’ve done and what you’re doing means anything at all? What will your songs sound like when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note is sung? And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a bitter taste in their mouths, or will they even remember you at all? Compassion. The concept is rather simple. Most know what it means to be civil, but there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up, not enough and no one will be around to share this with. So what is it that motivates us to be better, gentler, more refined? I’d like to think it’s those close to us, close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes. Those who took the blame for breaking the window when it was you who cast the stone. Those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you will share with your kids, and grandkids, and their kids, and their grandkids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive. Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength. How will you be remembered?"
— John O’Callaghan
"I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
— Maya Angelou
An elaboration on my previous birthday post, sort of…..
Funny what a butterfly effect one statement, link or idea can have. I ran across an article written by a nurse about the regrets of her dying patients ( here )and it really stuck with me. I found myself telling everyone I spoke with about it, including my good friend Naomi on our road trip to Syracuse a couple weeks back. She wrote a pretty little blog post about it on the Free People blog here about one of the biggest regrets of the dying….not staying in touch.
I am horrible at staying in touch. Terrible. I make a thousand and one excuses for myself…I’m slammed at work, I can barely get things done around the house, I only really keep in touch with my mom and maintaining a long-distance relationship kills any desire I have to be on the phone longer than I have to be. But I miss my old friends, terribly. And even though when we’re all together it’s like nothing’s changed that’s just not good enough for me anymore: I want to be a part of their lives and I want them to be a part of mine. Catching up once every few months feels like a cop out. So, here goes 23…let’s take the old highschool yearbook “KIT’s” a little more seriously.
After 9 long months, I get to see my best friend today. Mentally preparing for an epic Philly weekend.
"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded"
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Today: Kylee (left) & I. Follow Free People on instagram or check out more photos here and here