No one likes a liar.
No one can resist a folk singer.
No one wants their heart broken
even if they claim they do.
No one gains what they already have.
No one worries about factoring binomials after high school-
but "word problems" are probably a good thing to remember
(example- a man sits down in a big fat chair and eats 12 bananas.
Then he eats 3 apples.
20 minutes earlier he ate his own hand.
What percent of the man's food is fruit,
and what percent is human flesh?)
No one gives something for nothing.
No one will be ungrateful for a mixed tape.
No one regrets jumping from high places, especially into water.
If you ever find yourself on a relatively high cliff
(let a few other people jump off before you)
No one will blame you for letting others go first.
No one is in the wrong place at the wrong time
our lives do not deviate from a set path.
No one makes everyone else happy 100 percent of the time.
No one accomplishes their life's purpose in one day.
This artist had a show up in Anthropologie in the Pearl District a few months back. Her photography is very amazing and she does really creative stuff with polaroid film. Check out some of her work on her etsy site!
I wish I would have found this website BEFORE all my friends had their babies. But just in time for my sister to pick out a name for her baby BOY on the way...and for those of you who love looking at names, (where they came from and what they mean) as much as I do here you go.
When you walk by an Anthropologie window display and see hundreds and hundreds of marshmallows tied to the ceiling by fishing line you say to yourself, "Hey! That looks pretty cool!" But do you ever wonder who tied all those marshmallows to the ends of those strings? And how long it took them? And if maybe they went a little crazy wondering what the meaning of it all really was? I don't. Because I know first hand... The window concept for spring is "birds" and I spent hours and hours today cutting out hundreds of paper birds while watching Labrynth and Christmas Vacation and The Big Labowski, and Simpsons Christmas.. and oh..I get to do it again tomorrow! And the honest truth is I enjoy my job.