The face of satisfaction. [x]
when you are drunk and the kids look impossibly tan
“ It turns out procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.
You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything.
#latergram Excited much? ;) #georgestrait (at Philips Arena)
T minus 20 minutes or so #GeorgeStrait (at Philips Arena)
A PERFECT gift :) @shinola
“We will all miss her.”
Anna Wintour Remembers L’Wren Scott
Photographed by François Halard, Vogue, May 2012
I’m having an especially hard time with this.
I am tall. Not super extraordinarily tall, but above average. Most all tall women will tell you that at one time or another, it is tough to be tall. It’s certainly something you grow into, and it’s been hard for me for longer than I’d ever admit. I recognize the pluses (you have a commanding presence, like it or not, and people take you more seriously right off the bat…also, never terribly difficult to see at concerts or reach things on high shelves) but also the minuses: some days it’d be nice to be tiny and petite, a perfect size 4.
Those days are fewer and further between for me, due in large part to L’Wren Scott. Whenever I’d doubt the decision to wear heels to a bar or start feeling like my height was something to apologize for because it made smaller people uncomfortable I’d think of her: poised, gorgeous, statuesque, unapologetic. “She’s 6’4” and she puts anything she pleases on her feet and so will I,” I’ve said to myself, as I push lace up platforms across the counter at Anthropologie, as I go for the 4 inch stiletto over the 2 and a half. If a woman like that wears heels, I really ought to be wearing them too. She seemed (on the outside) to embrace all that I wished to about being tall, and I strived for confidence like that.
It drives home that you really can’t compare your insides to anyone else’s outsides. We all fight a hard battle.
reblogging Jeffrey for my friday cover song. this is awesome.
This one goes out to the Monks of Invention at SXSW