Little V a g r a n c i e s

27. Artist. Bodyworker. Feminist. Backpacker. Urban Homesteader. Chicago.

THE JEALOUSY.

“I love it when women love themselves.
I love it when women are learning to love themselves.
I love it when women inspire other women to love themselves”

—   lnkdroptheory  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: jnc-ink, via awomaninscience)

man-and-camera:

Grizzly Bear in Yellowstone National Park ➾ Luke Gram

man-and-camera:

Grizzly Bear in Yellowstone National Park ➾ Luke Gram

(via lumberjackproductions)

stunningpicture:

Found this the other day while camping. It’s like nature painted on a leaf.

stunningpicture:

Found this the other day while camping. It’s like nature painted on a leaf.

(via thegreenwolf)

mrcaptaincook:

kinesin (a motor protein) pulling a some kind of vesicle along some kind of cytoskeletal filament
via John Liebler at Art of the Cell

mrcaptaincook:

kinesin (a motor protein) pulling a some kind of vesicle along some kind of cytoskeletal filament

via John Liebler at Art of the Cell

(via thegreenwolf)

Running late for work

I sit down on my second bus in the front, its far too rainy and wet to ride today.
A girl sits in front of me with the biggest diamond rings i have ever seen. She smells like bath and body works and is reading a shiny paperback that reads across the back cover, “the streets are her home”. She is totally fixated on it.
Next stop a homeless woman smelling of urine and carrying a plastic trashbag gets on and sits right next to her. We all shift uncomfortably when the smell hits us.

Thanks, universe, for making me think today.

Pho

Pho

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”

—   Ursula K. Le Guin (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: thegoodvibe.co, via thatkindofwoman)

My roommate sums up exactly how dating has been going for me since I was 18. At least I’m not the only one who feels like the internet has murdered all chance I have at finding someone to stick by my side.

Used to be, friends would introduce you to their friends and then things would click sometimes- but you felt like at least you had some kind of help. Now I just feel like i’m off in space by myself trying to find my own way… And I cant. There is always someone better out there, how do you begin to compete?

Uggggghhhhhh

Monday morning hangover paired with campfire smell.
The weekend was far too short.

#home
My weekends are starting to resemble my weekdays

thatkindofwoman:

Fall is a time for more quiet time, for projects, for a reboot. Something about the weather change, and the dying leaves. Something about the grey sky and mornings. 

I’ll be creating small things more, including these cowl scarves. I might even through a select run of them for a holiday shop in November. I’ll keep you all updated. 

(via awomaninscience)