Complete with ludwig mies van der rohe furniture. I fancy those barcelona chairs.
The Philip Johnson Glass House whitney hayes
Anonymous asked: How many times have you fallen in love? Is it always better than the last time?
Love is supposedly getting wrapped up in someone else, but it’s really tripping into a labyrinth of yourself. Sometimes you’re lucky enough to step into a room that brings you joy and kindness and strength with indoor waterfalls and couches like clouds, to find the switch that lights up every corner in the house. Sometimes you explore long, twisted hallways with compelling arches that lead you deeper and deeper into yourself ‘til you’ve lost your way and all you can do is run your hands along the wall hoping to find a door to let you out. Some people find the light switch first. Some people never do. But when we step into someone else, we inevitably get lost in a part of ourselves we never have before.
It’s the lessons you take from each trip that can make the following better, or worse. There are parts of the house I don’t care to see again and parts I never would have found without getting lost with someone else. Insecurities that needed to be aired out. Passions that needed to be opened. Our relationships with people are what help us build and discover our home. And I am happy to live in the house I’ve made forever, but I dream of the rooms someone else might unlock, that someone still could.
But it’s still your house. And the quality of the life you build in it is determined by how well you take care of it, by the effort you put into it.
Every time I’ve fallen in love, it’s not that the love has been better, it’s that I have been better able to love. It’s that I’ve torn down walls and lit up dark hallways and aired out old shame and cleaned out old losses. It’s that I’ve made space for someone and I’ve made it beautiful and I’ve made this house a home that I love and I cherish.
The hardest part for me is when I love the way the light comes in and the way floorboards creak and the way the kitchen is just a little too small and then I let someone in who says, “this house is so wonderful, this house is so perfect, though the light comes in early, and the floorboards are loud, and that kitchen is really too small.” Because then the things that I love turn from quirks into flaws and I find myself tweaking the things I found charming because someone thought the rest was good enough to stay.
This is your home to live in forever and by god, you better make it good. But make it good for you and when buyer after buyer says it’ll do, so no thanks, because you’re looking for someone who thinks it’s beautiful too.
That’s how love gets better. When you love yourself better.
blindingly beautiful, and tranquil.
Anonymous asked: 1. what is an average day like for you? 2. what is the most essential quality in a person? 3. what is your favorite book & why?
1. It always starts out with coffee and npr. I love npr! I love nyt but I think my love for the former surpasses the latter.
2. Hunger I think is the most essential. Their hunger for life, curiosity, to learn, to be passionate about something, and what they want. It’s an all consuming motivation, which encompasses for what said person wants.
3. It’s a mix between Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, and Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. I read the first fairly young because when these two characters were in love, and wanted to destroy each other, I understood it, and thought it was romantic. I re-read it a couple years later, and thought the relationship was fairly destructive but it didn’t take away the romanticism. I’m not for Rand’s philosophy of objectivism, and her stance on pan-handling. The two or so things that was never lost to me was how Howard Roark stood against everybody who said no to him, who thought he wasn’t enough or his ideas were ridiculous and didn’t believe in him but he continued on. He wasn’t beat down by the naysayers, and he stood up against them, and didn’t give in to conventional thinking. It was all or nothing with him, and when he loved something, professionally or personally, there was no gray area, and he gave up who and what he loved when it wasn’t up to his ideal stance. That intensity is amazing. The love of his life had a similar outlook, and Rand wrote:”What if you found something you wanted?”
"I won’t find it. I won’t choose to see it. It would be part of that lovely world of yours. I’d have to share it with all the rest of you - and I wouldn’t. You know, I never open again any great book I’ve read and loved. It hurts me to think of the other eyes that have read it and of what they were. Things like that can’t be shared. Not with people like that.
Kundera’s work because it makes me think so much. I’ve read this one more than Rand’s and it never fails to make me realize something new. It encompasses philosophy, and what’s not to love about it.
"We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can live be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture."