what binds two people together?

it’s a really wonderful thing when i think about my healing process. 

i thank her everyday for restoring believe in myself. we fit into each other’s life. she made a lot of effort to be a part of mine and i’d like to think that i may have done a little more than just scooted over to the other side to make room for her. it has not been without challenges but the happiness far outweighs the bumps and cracks made by our “errorific” (horrific + errors) ways. oh, what a careless human being i am.

tonight, i’m typing this because i’m remembering the pile of mess that i was around 2 years back. feeling completely worthless, feeling like i just can’t understand why i keep letting myself be treated so badly. or why i keep wanting things that aren’t any good for me. 

“When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you’ve created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love. How can you not be left with the personal confidence of a passed over British Rail sandwich?” – Helen Fielding

i was feeling like that for the longest time (you can imagine, after so many failed attempts at trying to make my relationships last longer than a can of peanuts). one day, she simply came along, and taught me so much. she put humpty dumpty back together again. and we sat on the wall. 

tonight, i’m so afraid of not having her in my life anymore. she’s MY person. i’m not talking about today or tomorrow even. but eventually - our time together will run out.

n o t well

I’ve passed through whole days, sometimes it stretches out to weeks. Just long… draggy days… Not feeling happy, not feeling sad. Just simply unwell. But not in the sick way either.

They always say that when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up and that’s actually a good place to be. There are far worse places to be at. I scoffed. Until now, cause it feels like i’ve fallen off a cliff and i’m waiting to hit the bottom, except that it’s worse. I’m suspended in mid air. I’m not even falling. I’m just stuck.

And it’s getting really frustrating.


Elisa Strozyk

Wooden. Rugs. Rolls those two words around in your mind hole for a minute or two. German artist Elisa Strozyk has created three variations of these delightful coverings. Strozyk dyes and connects row upon row of triangular pieces as she pulls together the end result of a colored wooden rug, which is so flexible that you can literally crumple it up and toss it into a corner. (via Design Milk)



Conceptual design firm chmara.rosinke’s project Mobile Hospitality is a delightful attempt to bring big city residents together. The “wheelbarrow kitchen,” accompanied by a table and ten stools, is taken around to public spaces and allows passers-by a chance to spontaneously dine together. Mobile Hospitality is a great example of a whimsical way to kindle community in a setting than can often feel isolating.