Maybe you can’t be that every time. But I think you can be that person sometime. Forgive yourself.

I think that’s the point though. You can. We all can, it’s just so fucking hard sometimes. It’s so hard when someone is shitty to you to recognize that they’re probably coming from a place of pain, so we go through a cycle of negativity being shitty to each other around and around. But then if somebody can respond to…

I liked Silverman, edgy, smart. But her new show and this? I love her. It’s a lesson.

It is really hard to be compassionate in the face of abuse. I’m proud of Silverman, but not surprised. My most tender reactions are usually after personal misery.

Shit... I’m sitting over here crying my fucking eyes out from reading that.

God, I wish I could be that good. But I can’t.

Agreed. I only wish that I had the sharpness and acuity of my 87 year-old dad. He blows me away with some insight, fact, or historical context every time we speak. And historical context is no small thing.

Ceiling lighting is an abomination. Human beings look best when surrounded by dimly lit lamps. Can lights are bested only by TRACK LIGHTS in the race for worst lighting fixtures.

Hot damn. That is a cool story. Much love to you and your mom.

This is such a sweet story.

sad news: in the article, you can see there’s an obvious addition of a drop ceiling in the dining room, with can lights. i with they had kept the esthetic consistent! my husband wants cans in my almost-period-perfect mid century modern, and i spend too much time educating him about lamps. he doesn’t care. i hate can…

I saw Audrey Hepburn in Switzerland when I was around 13, not even a year before she died. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it either, she was so beautiful in an almost otherworldly way. I saw a ton of celebrities when I was living in New York, spoke to a bunch of them, but Audrey stands out.

That was what I noticed first. Those rugs are beautiful!

My parents lived near that building 50 years ago and my mom was OBSESSED with trying to spot her. Then one day, my mom was pushing my brother in a baby carriage and Greta Garbo was walking towards them. As she passed my mom, she said, “you’re baby is beautiful”.

This is beautiful proof that REAL style is timeless. What a gorgeous space.

That photo is kiiiiiilllling me with laughter. This will be my morning self-evaluation question now: “How am I today? Am I Marzipan, or am I Henri?”

Will a cat do in a pinch? These are my two loveable idiots, Babou and Chewie.

My daily routine involves listening to the prior night’s MSNBC lineup. Once your lunatic president sent his “my dick is bigger” tweet,that pretty much devoured the news cycle.

On one hand what the fuck.