Sometimes I get so nostalgic, I almost feel physically ill. And then I remember that I still have the memories of those places and people and I can think about them anytime I want, and I feel a little better.
“I like nonsense - it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope…and that enables you to laugh at all of life’s realities.”—Dr Seuss (via shannarh)
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”—Dr. Seuss (via somekindof-wonderful)
Oh, those whimsical Google nerds. The Mountain View-based search giant may not have Apple’s design chops, but it certainly knows how to code a good joke. We got a taste of that fact on Thursday with the highly popular “Do a Barrel Roll” search trick, which went viral on Twitter and brightened …
“Short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style.”
I got this link from the glamourai, an adorable little short-haired fashionista. It basically sums up the reasons that I prefer short hair to long or even medium-length hair, especially when it comes to how short hair makes me feel like a stronger, more confident, and thus more stylish, woman.
I’ve had so many women compliment me on how much they love my hair, and usually it’s followed with a “I wish I could pull that off!” I never know how to answer that - because it’s obvious to me that it’s not a matter of looking good with short hair (most women would, if they get the right cut), it’s a matter of having the guts to just chop it all off. I know, because I felt the same way. It took a heartbreak and a nervous breakdown for me to say “fuck it” and get the pixie cut.
So many women hide behind their hair, and I wish they would realize that even just the simple act of cutting of your hair is empowering. You’re throwing off the society-imposed veil of humility that is the ideal of long, flowing locks. Then, once you do lose the veil, you have to learn to adapt your body language and your persona to the sheer nakedness of life without hair to hide behind. And you become a better person for it, or at least I did.
…your face is no longer a flat screen surrounded by a curtain: the world sees you in three dimensions.