I'm convinced that whoever designs properties with open plan living-kitchen-dining areas has never actually used a kitchen to cook anything meaningful in their lives.
I love it how Pavarotti really enjoys and appreciates Bryan's singing. He looks like a kid at Christmas.
Bryan Adams & Luciano Pavarotti - 'O Sole Mio
No one talks about how awful it is to be single on the weekend.
You get out of bed and try to stay busy, you do your best to forget you don’t have a partner.
You go for a walk and grab a coffee. You can’t help but see all the couples holding hands ordering together. You go to the farmers market, same thing.
So you keep busy, you go meet a friend for a walk walking down the WSH, and you avoid going home. Because going home means being alone.
You go see another friend who is getting ready for their date. You eventually have to go home.
You receive 3 different texts asking if you wanna come out but the truth is you don’t. You aged out of it. Unless it’s a dinner you have no desire to go and drink till 3 AM so you go home and find a good movie. You work on your next project
And thats when it hits you: life is not meant to be lived alone.
Depression can look like:
Counting down the hours until you can go back to bed.
Cancelling appointments because you can’t face outside.
Eating too much or not at all.
Staring at the wall longer than you’d admit.
Wanting help but not knowing how to ask.
Repost if you understand to show others (ME) we aren’t alone.
🚨Found an iPhone this morning whilst walking the dog.
If you’re like me, your whole world is on that phone. Banking. Contacts. Pictures you can’t replace.
I’ve taken it home and put it on charge. Call it.
If you recognise the lock screen, ring the phone. 👍🏻
How can you NOT believe in God when octopuses dream and otters have a favorite rock they carry around in a little skin pocket and cows have best friends and bees are out there communicating the coordinates of flowers through dancing and they have regional dialects?
Cats are purring at frequencies associated with bone healing? Forests get absolutely incinerated and respond by growing flowers? Dolphins literally invent names for themselves and yell them across the ocean? Penguins are waddling around Antarctica looking for the perfect rock to give their partner?
CROWS REMEMBER YOUR FACE. THEY TELL OTHER CROWS ABOUT YOU. THEY TELL THEIR CHILDREN ABOUT YOU. YOU CAN HAVE GENERATIONAL BEEF WITH A BIRD. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS.
Goats have accents. Rats laugh when you tickle them. Elephants mourn their dead. Whales make songs and then OTHER WHALES LEARN THE SONG and suddenly everybody across the ocean is singing the new song.
Monarch butterflies are born knowing how to fly thousands of miles to a place they have never been.
Sea turtles hatch out of an egg, immediately sprint toward an ocean that they have never seen, disappear into it for like 3 decades and then somehow come back to the same beach they hatched on.
Birds can see colors that we humans can’t see. There are colors out there right now that we don’t even get to know about.
There are sea slugs that eat algae and use the chloroplast/chlorophyll and then are just like…photosynthesizing. And they’re super adorable.
There are mushrooms communicating underground. There are seeds sitting in the dirt for decades like “no actually I will wait. It’s fine.”
Squirrels plant trees because they forget where they put their snacks. Relatable.
A CATERPILLAR GOES INTO A LITTLE BAG THAT IT CREATES ITSELF AND DISSOLVES MOST OF ITS BODY INTO ORGANIC GOO AND REARRANGES ITSELF, GROWS WINGS AND THEN LEAVES. WHY IS THIS NOT MORE BEAUTIFULLY TERRIFYING TO PEOPLE??
And you’re telling me a tiny acorn knows how to become a huge tree? It just has a blueprint inside itself?
Your body started as ONE CELL.
ONE.
And that cell divided itself into a brain that can think about its own existence and eyes that can look at stars and hands that can hold somebody else’s hands and a heart that runs on electricity without you even asking it to?
The iron in our blood was made inside a star??
We are walking around on a wet rock covered in bioluminescent oceans and singing whales and laughing rats and birds holding lifelong grudges and flowers exploding out of fire and somehow we’re supposed to act like this is a normal place to live?
We’re supposed to act like this is all just a random, accidental sequence of events?
I see Madonna is pissing everybody off again.
Good.
Gen X checking in:
Were some of y’all born yesterday?
You’re clutching your pearls because Madonna is 68, wearing lingerie, fishnets and thigh-high boots like she suddenly lost her mind at bingo.
THIS IS MADONNA.
She rolled around on the VMA stage in a wedding dress in 1984.
She gave us Like a Prayer.
Vogue.
Erotica.
Truth or Dare.
Justify My Love.
Ray of Light.
Confessions.
She made Evita, Who’s That Girl, A League of Their Own and Desperately Seeking Susan.
She reinvented herself so many damn times that entire generations of pop stars are still borrowing from the blueprint.
And now the woman who spent 40+ years telling society to go fuck itself is supposed to hit 68 and start dressing like somebody’s meemaw because you got uncomfortable with her aging?
Fuck that.
Prince never needed permission to be Prince.
Bowie never needed permission to be Bowie.
Madonna doesn’t need permission to be Madonna.
And bookmark this post:
The day Madonna dies, half the people dragging her today will suddenly post “We lost an icon 💔” and spend a week explaining how she changed music, fashion, sexuality and pop culture.
I’m not waiting for her obituary to give her her flowers.
Wear the corset.
Wear the fishnets.
Piss people off.
You’re fucking Madonna.
“When I was seven, I cried and declared I’d marry my neighbor. Fifteen years later, I showed up for a job interview. The CEO looked at me and said, ‘Are you here… to apply as my wife?’”
I absolutely fucking love council estates when the sun’s out the whole place turns into Benidorm. Kids screaming up and down the road on scooters with one wheel missing, someone’s Bluetooth speaker blasting tunes that sound like they’ve been recorded through a toaster, and at least three separate arguments kicking off over absolutely nothing. Then you’ve got lads outside their gardens like they’re security guards for a club that doesn’t exist, just nodding at everyone like they’re important. The smell of weed in the air, baby mums running for the ice cream van with their tits swinging all over in their vest tops, smack heads peddling about topless on their kids ben 10 bikes, corner shop rammed full of people getting the beers in, and the ladies walking around with their fannies eating their shorts and little crop tops on like they're in fucking Cyprus. Then you’ve got that one bloke who’s been mowing the same patch of grass for two hours straight, shirt off, red as a lobster, acting like he’s maintaining Wembley Stadium