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Rustic Gentlemen's Lodge: A Blend of Eclectic Style & Vintage Doors
In the heart of Santa Monica, California, a remarkable transformation has taken place. What was once a typical 1990s house has now become a haven of warmth, elegance interior, and rustic charm. The homeowners, two married men with a teenage son, envisioned a space that seamlessly blended eclectic style with rough-hewn materials, all while embracing a new open layout. The result? A stunning home…
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Sweet jeep truck at low by the lake
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i think defeating the brothers will be more abt making them go back home to the ever after. to the tree. so they can self-actualize bc along the way they lost sight of what's important and made their created worlds more abt their own egos than it is abt giving life and nurturing it and letting it become. on its own.
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it's actually pretty cute cuz i think i'm getting my sweetie to sit outside with me for her mental health and she thinks she's coming out w me to support MY mental health and as a result we get to enjoy the beautiful trees and the robins yelling and sometimes ID a new bird just sitting outside
it's hard for me and her for different reasons but i think we both need the green time and it's a lot easier to do it when it's a shared activity. we're currently working on like. "okay we only have to stay out there for 10 minutes and then we can go in if we want to"
but like once we're out there it's so nice we don't really want to go back in until we're just way too cold or my migraine (from the sunlight) becomes too unbearable. it's nice out there!!
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This spring I saw an illustration by Shirley Barber for "The Fairies' Cook". It made me think of all the colors outside when seasons are changing. And so I painted a picture, in my mind at first, of how live would be for a humanized rabbit, living in an apple tree cottage, going out for a picnic with friends.
It's still mostly a story in my head (but now it can become one in yours, too).
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i think all of my tattoos will be fmab themed
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every time you went to hug her she'd try to tickle you (as far as i remember, this wasn't something she used to do when i was younger and she was all there; the tickling was like an exclusively post-dementia thing - maybe as her ability to communicate diminished, it was a way she could still tease people and goof off with them). she lost something like a hundred pounds or more in the last five or ten years of her life, just kept shrinking and shrinking. when i was little she was plump and fat and had a round, full face and round full hair and a bristly chin that there's a copy of on my own face now. she had lost many teeth even before i was born, and lost more throughout the course of my life, but it didn't diminish her tastes or love of wine and food in the slightest. she was the platonic ideal of an italian grandmother to me, big and bustling. i don't remember the smell of her perfume. her style ethos was that if you had your lipstick on, you could go out and be dressed up no matter what you were wearing or how old your clothes were. she never learned to drive (her kids periodically tried to teach her, but she always got the gas and brake mixed up). when i want to think of her now i think of her at the end of the table in my mom's house, with a loud, gap-filled laugh, telling my parents about what such-and-such a neighbor was up to while my grandfather and his bushy tobacco-y yellow beard sat next to her. i will think of the books in her back bedroom, which i sat on the floor to read every visit as a kid. i will think of the way she'd shuffle down the hallway at five in the morning in her delightful, grandma-in-a-cartoon getup - frilly nightgown, fuzzy, worn, blue robe and slippers - to start the coffee. she'd watch the morning over pappy's garden in the sunroom, and my mom would join her - insomnia, so she'd always be up whenever grandma started banging pots and pans around. i'd stay curled up in the guest bed, with the wobbly round post that could pop on and off, and read her giant sherlock holmes anthology that lived on the bookshelf in there. my mother's childhood illustrated hobbit, also on that shelf. a two-thousand-page, enormous, annotated, unabridged shakespeare that is now in my parents' house because it's too big for my own shelves. if appetite for literature can be inherited i know exactly where i got it. my god, to sit at the little glass-top table with the vinyl tablecloth at seven in the morning, all the wide windows in front of us, sun coming up. birds crossing past. balcony and morning glories. the smell of tetley tea.
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