live/work: florist studio residence/shinichi ogawa associates

designed to inspire the florist’s craft

via: minimalissimo

There are moments in my life that I believe if everyone in the world experienced with me would drastically change the course of everyone’s life. But these moments are few and far between. And the beauty and agony of life remains in the transience of it and all it entangles.

No matter what happens, you gotta forget about all the other stuff. You gotta forget about logic, and fear, and doubt. You just gotta do everything you can to get to the one woman who’s gonna make all this worth it. At the end of the day, you gotta jump.
James Duncan Halpert

I woke up in a sweat after running for hours in a dream. I wasn’t going anywhere important, but everyone else was heading in the same direction. And it wasn’t the running that made me sweat. It wasn’t the mass of people that seemed to keep jostling each other aside to get to wherever it was we were all trying to get to. No, it was seeing you. Seeing you in a crowd of thousands. Just a glimpse of your face took me away for a moment, and in that moment I felt a strange sense of calm and clarity. And I believe it was returning from that instance to the nudging of countless elbows, and the difficulty of attaining that sense of peace again, that made me sweat. And now I was running for a different reason. I was running because I knew you’d be at the finish line, and that would be when I could see you again, and all would be restored to calm and clarity.

Can there really be only one that can fill this void.


If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.

-Hayao Miyazaki (x)


journey through history

Oh god how I miss undergrad! Not just the fact that I could be an irresponsible son of a gun and get away with it, but also all the memories crammed into four of the most exciting years of my life. I miss running around with my favorite college dropout, listening to his words of earthly wisdom, treading through snow and slush to get Subway at Walmart, watching movies in the library and just dicking around in general. I miss being in Scotland, having the best dorm room hands down (best bed, personal bathroom, regular room cleaning, unlimited food), being so close to Arthur’s Seat, walking down to Princes Street to shop, to drink, to rollerblade, up Carlton Hill to see the snow-covered rooftops of the city below, hitchhiking across the kingdom, seeing sights and breathing in life and wonder and awe. I miss my summer in Japan, my soul-searching journey around that beautiful and delicious country. I miss returning to Trinity as if I never left. I miss the nights, the late nights, the early mornings of fog and mist and sudden clarity of where I was and who I was and what I thought I wanted. I miss packing to leave Trinity, the thrill of returning home to Arcadia, the short stays in my hometown a whirlwind of catchups and revisitations. I miss the constant touring through Vietnam, the pleasant stay in Singapore, and the finish line in Malaysia. I miss the wildlife of Australia, the beaches, the food, the feeling of home and comfort and stability in a place that couldn’t be further from home and comfort and stability. I miss my final year ‘neath the elms of our good ‘ole Trinity, a roller coaster of hopes and dreams and passions and futures and new beginnings, of sweet endings and heartbreaking goodbyes, of hot chocolates and snowflakes, warm hands and blankets, summer dresses and fields of green. We were young, wild, and eternal. The universe could have collapsed in on itself, and we would’ve thrown a party about it and danced until the end, and it would’ve been perfect.

I miss the people.

I miss the love.

Will life ever be that good again?

The thing about being an unstoppable force is that you can really only enjoy the experience of being one when you have something to bash yourself against. You need to have things trying to stop you so that you can get a better sense of how fast you are going as you smash through them.
Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.
Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)
If giving leaves you
feeling empty,
you’re giving too much
to the wrong person.