Always breathing. . .


yes you fuck, everything has always had the potential to be a trigger. do you not understand what a trigger is? things that remind people of their abuse or a traumatic event they went through are triggers. everything, and i mean absolutely everything, has the potential to be a trigger.


Favourite film of all time


Favourite film of all time


Rooms with a View 

This exhibition focuses on a subject treasured by the Romantics: the view through an open window. German, French, Danish, and Russian artists first took up the theme in the second decade of the nineteenth century.

Juxtaposing near and far, the window is a metaphor for unfulfilled longing. Painters distilled this feeling in pictures of hushed, spare rooms with contemplative figures; studios with artists at work; and open windows as the sole motif. As the exhibition reveals, these pictures may shift markedly in tone, yet they share a distinct absence of the anecdote and narrative that characterized earlier genre painting.”

1. Peter Ilsted

2. Carl Holsøe

3. Léon Cogniet

4. Wilhelm Bendz

5. Alfred Broge

6. Caspar David Friedrich

7. Georg Friedrich Kersting

8. Jacobus Vrel

9. Johann Erdmann Hummel

10. Vilhelm Hammershøi


Hello followers and tumblr-mates,

I’m not one to post identifying things regarding my family on my page…mostly because we all need that place that is just our own…and that is what my tumblr is for me.

However, I am seeking all the positive energy, loving thoughts, and sincere prayers from you all for my family.

Yesterday I received a phone call that my Uncle Tony, my dad’s younger brother had unexpectedly passed away of a heart attack at 48.

I still remember my first visit to California as a child and all of the kids retelling tales they had been told about when they were babies and me sitting there awkwardly and feeling like I didn’t belong;

"I don’t know any stories about when I was a baby, my mom doesn’t tell me things like that," I had to admit.

My uncle sent me into a fit of giggles when his loud thundering voice said “OHHHH I can tell you stories of when you were a baby, I had to babysit you all the time…you were so fussy I used to put your in your highchair and leave in the hallway!” Oh course he made it obvious he was only playing, but everyone was too busy laughing that no one even cared that I was the odd man out.

That was just my Uncle Tony for you, never letting anyone feel like they didn’t belong.

My uncle could find room in his heart for just about anyone. I am still in shock and cannot believe that such a wonderful, beautiful, loving light is gone from this world entirely too soon. 

Please take a moment to include his wife, children, and our entire family in your thoughts and prayers.

For those that can, below is a link where my family is accepting monetary donations to help assist with the funeral expenses.

I love you all and again thank you



I almost forgot my briefcase!

it contains important lab results



I almost forgot my briefcase!

it contains important lab results