Michelle from Santa Barbara
Food, fashion and fun are my forté
I blog as a diary of sorts... to remember, to reflect and to question.
If youre interested in my culinary dabbling in the "health-nut" realm check out my other tumblr at:
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On a scale of 1-10…
How bad is it to leave a date to go hang out with your ex on the couch cuddled up and watching movies? Sigh. It’s just so comfortable!
when it becomes clear to me that something is going to be really hard work, there’s a voice inside my head that says, ‘you shouldn’t probably do this, because you probably *can’t* do this”—but there’s another, much louder voice that becomes bullying and belligerent and wants to prove that other voice wrong.
- daniel radcliffe | via entertainmentweekly: dianakimball
Super full Saturday… got some work done and threw some stuff in a bag and hit PCH. Met up with the dude for Espresso at Intelligentsia, Tennis at the Santa Monica beach, hit the Jacuzzi to watch the sunset, dinner at Areal, drinks at 31 Ten… looking forward to seeing him again next weekend :)
Skinny Love, explained.
“You’re in a relationship because you need help, but thats not necessarily why you should be in a relationship… it doesn’t have a chance because its undernourished.”
(Source: mols, via littlemiss)
Saturday cruiser ride thru santa monica, venice, marina del rey, playa del rey, manhattan beach and thru the canals in venice… 30 miles of sunshine, beach, beautiful homes and crazy Venice weirdos with delicious fish tacos and allagash white at Simmzy’s… my legs are tired but it was SO worth it!
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I saw, on that afternoon, that it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship. That a friend can take you out of the boxes you’ve made for yourself and burn them up. This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary – spouses, children, parents. It is love.
Spent Sunday in Santa Monica with Amy, Jerry, Consuela and Ciroc (yes, I know he’s not actually named after grape vodka but I cant spell in Indian and thats what it sounds like lol)
Discovered Honey whiskey, met Charlie Runkle, had Kale and truffle oil pizza that knocked our socks off and played dress up in Amy’s closet… cause you’re never too old to play dress up ;)
This is a love story.
It’s about our friends Mark and Giulia and the courageous journey they took through and out of the dark, steep path of mental illness. I think like most of their friends, we never could have imagined that the always smiling, full of energy Giulia that we had grown to love during our time in San Francisco could be going through this. It felt so sudden. So unexpected. I remember getting the email from Mark that Giulia had been hospitalized and I must have read it a dozen times. I just couldn’t comprehend what they were going through and I didn’t know what to do or what to say.
Months went by and we only got to see the outermost layer of the battle Mark and Giulia were fighting. Eventually, as Giulia began to find her way through, they did something drastic. They put their lives on hold and went on an around the world trip. We all followed their journey on twitter and their blog. I saw photos of my sweet friend with her hair whipping across her glowing cheeks, that familiar smile returning to her face.
So often in marriage, when the true test of commitment to a spouse is tested, things fall apart. I can thing of few things as devastating as losing a bright, witty, charming wife to the black hole of mental illness - to have her there physically but somewhere far away mentally.
But Mark fought. and Giulia fought. and they found their way back. Their journey is more heroic than all the fairytales and story books ever written. It’s love. at its best and worst. and it deserves to be shared.
Love,
M
Wow… now THAT is love. File under “Films that made me Cry”
