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Insomnia, anyone? 🆘 #sendhalp #needcoffee #todaysscribbles #lettersfromindigo . . . #handlettering #handwritten #handmadefont #brushlettering #brushpen #moderncalligraphy #calligraphypractice #process #designprocess #lettering #font #type #typography #goodtype #typematters #strengthinletters
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It's in my pocket. 👃😊 •• #boop #todaysscribbles #frommetoyou #lettersfromindigo (#babysucculents [!] )
Lest you have forgotten. . . . #fartsareok #unconditionallove #indigo #designbreak #todaysscribbles #doodling #tombowfudenosuke #sakurakoi #watercolor #farts
Lest you have forgotten. . . . #fartsareok #unconditionallove #indigo #designbreak #todaysscribbles #doodling #tombowfudenosuke #sakurakoi #watercolor #farts
When I start to lose motivation (which is quite often these days), I turn back to this page and this letter mailed to me from my 6 year old niece. / A year ago, dreams of running my own lettering business filled me with light and motivation as ideas and excitement for this project pumped through my veins. Since then, life has been much less than sunny, and so went on my constant battles with my mental health demons. On days like these where I start to think a bit more clearly and feel a bit more like myself, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have family and friends in my life that continue to shine that light when the rest of my world goes dark. / Ashley asked me a few weeks ago how Letters from Indigo was doing, if I've built a building for it yet, if I've found people to help me yet, and if she can help me with some sketches (a few pictured here). My heart flooded with a weird sense of emotion I'm not used to welcoming or displaying. Perhaps it was my heart thawing, perhaps it was genuine surprise from such candid innocence and her remembering something I had loved but sadly abandoned. Whatever it was, it got me back up and on the creation horse. The lifeline for Letters received a massive jolt, with its heart beating stronger than ever. / Ashley, I am so grateful for your innocence and enthusiasm. I never knew how much inspiration could come from little tots like you and your sister. You may not quite understand just how much you mean to me until later on in life, but I promise to be the best aunt I can be to you and Victoria so I can help all of your dreams come true. / For those with their own daily battles: Don't turn away from the light in your world. At least one thing makes you (or used to make you) blissfully happy. The thing that creates that spark within you. Food, music, numbers, art, whatever it may be. Notice it, and do what you can to hold on. It lights up your world for a reason. It will not hurt you as much as you feel pained from all the demons in your brain. / I would end this with sending e-hugs but if the past few years of therapy have taught me anything, best to learn to hug yourself first and foremost. Love, Letters from Indigo
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on the fault line
the night after I got back from mexico I booked a one way ticket to bangkok. it took less than 24 hours for me to be back to realize quickly just how much I needed to leave again. the difference is that this time I’m packing up whatever sort of home base I’ve had here in exchange for something completely foreign.Â
I thought I was making this move 4 months ago, albeit to south america. things happened. minds were changed. I decided to wait. to prolong the inevitable, to think more deliberately about what I was doing. to see if relationships would bloom, grow deeper, convince me to stay. they didn’t.
I went to mexico alone to celebrate my 30th birthday. turning 30 always seems to be a big deal to people, as if it means the end of youth, the ending of an era.Â
it is the ending of an era but why do we always talk about aging like it’s a bad thing? I don’t remember much about who I was 10 years ago other than I was a hot mess of a girl who drank too much and made stupid decisions with boys I knew were bad for me.
I probably still make stupid decisions with boys I know are bad for me but at least I don’t drink like an underage college girl anymore.Â
leading up to my birthday I didn’t really have that many feelings about it. i went dancing until sunrise every night with people from sweden and argentina and mexico city and during the day I would write and sit at the beach alone and think about things.
It was there, in the humid ocean air, when I realized I’ve felt more alive in the past month than I have in a very long time.Â
all of a sudden everything felt very clear to me and I knew when I returned from my trip I needed to stop talking about all the things I wanted to do this year and take action.Â
there’s only so many months/years/whatever you can keep telling yourself you’re unhappy in a place or situation before you just have to look at yourself and say, okay, well what the fuck are you going to do about it?Â
I remember back in december my boss said something to me about how he thought this was an interesting time in my life - a period of incubation. I think he’s right, but I think it’s more true now and going forward than it was when he said it.Â
so i’m going to bangkok where there is an apartment waiting for me already and a few co-working spaces to choose from in the city. i’ll be gone maybe a month. maybe three months. maybe forever. that’s the beauty of being free - you get to make the rules up as you go.
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The best revenge is not giving a shit.
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I could be here right now.
5/21/2014
I just found out my godfather passed away. Life is fragile and it is crazy. He was very close to our family and helped my parents when they first came over here because they didn't know a lick of English. He used to send me a card every year on my birthday. It started with a crisp $5 when I was little, which was the most i'd ever seen since my parents didn't believe in "allowance". It increased as I grew into a teen, and it stopped as he grew older and I was unable to visit more frequently. I never got to say bye or anything and it's crushing. It's the first death of someone who was very near and dear to my heart that I've experienced. Using the past tense to speak of someone is also something I am not familiar with, and I'm not quite sure how to deal.
I remember he used to send us his homemade pizelles and pasta sauce -- I think I actually have to attribute him to my love and fondness of Italian culture and food. I never even made that connection before. I remember we would come over to visit when I was about 6 and he would let me play the piano since the one we had was older and raggedy. He tasked me with learning "Old Man River" and gave me the sheet music for one afternoon since he loved that song. I remember his dogs Dover and Happy.. his cats, who always avoided me and freaked me the fuck out, his piles of magazines.. I spent hours flipping through old National Geographics and my fascination of magazines and print started from there.. taking us back to his yard and showing us this season's beautiful ripe tomatoes and veggies..
He was well loved and had a huge heart. As saddened and shaken by the news, I take comfort in knowing that he is now at a much better place and can finally find peace with his wife. May he rest.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness.. only light can do that. #neverforget #BostonStrong #ourcity
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Dana was under the impression that she was alone in the cafeteria.
