Jeez, I need to make these things more often. Next time I'll try and do a video.
catharsis by Jessicaquino -I like the no-bullshit attitude of just getting over it, whatever it may be.
Who's a REmix by MattConley - I'm a sucker for babies/small adorable bundles of anything. Kaia looks so happy wearing her REmix onesie!
thesherbethead by missamerica - Sherb is a boss. I just love the look on his face in this pic.
Past Imperfect by JulesKD - Karma? Coincidence? Either way, in my opinion, this is one of the best submissions to the Tragedy/Comedy collab.
Pieces by thisishowiroll - Stop what you're doing for a minute and just listen to this song. The harmonies are just beautiful.
Grab a piece of paper and a pen or pencil.
Jennifer made my daughter Kaia a series of onesies featuring artwork from the site by jonthewallflower and imadealine. <3 Thanks so much for everything Jennifer!!!
*I'm adding this to the re: childhood collab after some reflection, because it details a dark experience I had as a child--one which continued in various forms for years--and which shaped me as an adult. It veers into adulthood toward the middle, but I still thought it relevant because things like this do happen to children. Childhood isn't all games and ice cream and innocence. But, I did try to keep it lighthearted. ^_^
ANYway. :) Maybe this is a story about karma, or schadenfreude, or maybe it's about learning to not give a goddamn? Either way, you can watch me tell the story about the time I got stabbed repeatedly with a hypodermic insulin needle, how I (mostly) got over it, what became of the stabber, and watch me walk into a tree.
EDIT TO ADD:
Well, this record inspired me to do a little digging, and I ended up finding Mr. Stabby's Facebook page.
I don’t know how I feel finding out that he is a sad, angry, lonely, tragic man, plucking around on earth aimlessly and trying to dig up something he knows he can never have. He’s pissed off at women because he can’t “keep one.” He hasn’t ever known love. He’s decided to “become a bastard” so that maybe women will love him.
Dick, YOU STABBED A LITTLE GIRL. Perhaps you’re already a bastard. Maybe that’s the problem?
But it’s both tragic AND comic to read his status updates. He just got out of jail, yet again. He still calls himself “the Blind Man” too. Poor, miserable, sad creature. I think I forgive him.
Ever watch a friend get their heart broken? It sucks. What can you do but be there for them through it and hope they can open themselves up to love again. This song's about that.
Years of dreaming
Love, it came true
Yet it left you
Out of the blue
Hours passing heal us
Many have professed
Still I hear pieces
Rattle in your chest
Hard hearts they twist us
Trust me, I know
Though it may cut you
Try to let go
So slowly lift
Your head up my dear
Brave anew those waters
And love will appear