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I need 6 bedrooms so I don’t have to deal with _________.
It really shouldn’t take unpacking multiple generations of trauma just to do some spring cleaning… but what can I say, I’m a sentimental gal.
Currently mourning a pair of shorts that four generations of women in my family have worn—shorts that have traveled with just me to eight countries, carried both sickness and healing, and held so many memories. Wish I could turn them into a craft project to preserve it all, but some things just have to be let go.
Currently mourning a pair of shorts that four generations of women in my family have worn—shorts that have traveled with just me to eight countries, carried both sickness and healing, and held so many memories. Wish I could turn them into a craft project to preserve it all, but some things just have to be let go.
Smelled one of my signature scents from the past and whipped my head around - only to find a total fashionista. Bien sûr 🕶️✨
To be honest, I don’t buy a lot of clothes in general. I’ll pick up a few staple pieces here and there, and I love finding unique natural fabric prints, but my summer wardrobe has always felt adequate enough. Most of what I own ranges from clothes I’ve had since 6th grade to pants that are 30+ years old. As I clean out my closet, I’m determined to downsize and focus on natural, non-chemically treated fabrics that offer UPF protection. This, along with wanting to do my own alterations, is a big reason I want to learn how to make my own clothes!! Glove making is a lost art form and I want to make my own gloves too!
I know I’m predictable because the moment I saw the Tatcha lip mask keychain, I immediately looked it up to buy—only to be absolutely devastated that I can’t find it for sale.
I enjoy using ChatGPT to reaffirm my fashion and aesthetic hacks—helping me put together cohesive outfits, including lipstick colors, all based on my skin tone, hair color, eye color, body shape, and even allergies. I still do the bulk of the work, like narrowing down choices based on price, availability, and sizing, but it’s a helpful sounding board!
Woke up to my cat launching herself onto my chest, purring for cuddles, then curling up with her chin and belly out for scratches 🥹. Today was warmer, and I always feel like I’m losing some cuddle time when the weather heats up—but this just made my whole day
There are two sides of me: one that craves being aesthetically elegant and timeless, and another that loves functional things disguised as cute objects. They’re in constant battle, and honestly, neither is winning.
I feel kinda bad for all the front desk hospital admins who’ve had to listen to me talk for 10+ minutes explaining my case. Over the years, it’s gotten longer and longer, but luckily, they’ve mostly been so kind and supportive. My very first front desk lady was my bestie—she knew I could handle myself and let me run the show. She always made me feel cute on my worst days. I don’t even remember her name, but one day, if I can, I’m going to track down every single person who was my cheerleader when I had nobody and thank them personally. For now, I’m just remembering all of you fondly!
Disclaimer: I deal with way too many serious things IRL, so if I seem extra silly in my casts, it’s on purpose. Life’s heavy enough—I’m not bringing that energy here.
Dr. said he’d do a quick review of my case and get back to me by this afternoon. I told him he could try. He hasn’t gotten back to me yet. 😅
Feeling like I need a hug and ready for the day to be over, already on my 3rd medical related call, 4th email has been sent. Productive, yes! emotionally exhausting, yes!
I’m ashamed to admit this would still not be enough space for all my yarn. My goal by the 3rd quarter of this year is to make space and time to craft more and to share more of this content in short video on farcaster
This weekend, I visited Yoko Ono’s Wish Tree exhibition at the Park Avenue Armory, celebrating her 92nd birthday with 92 trees, each carrying the hopes of strangers. I spent a long time reading through them—some made me tear up. I wrote my own, long and winding, and tucked it away in a tree. Just felt right.
At the end of the hall, interns had set up a finger-painting station, a way to transfer the energy of your wish onto a communal tree. I love art that grows through collective hands—it reminded me of the generative art painting FCNY created together for the summer solstice.
In this photo, I’m standing at the edge of a blanket—one of the custom pieces these teens made for their video installation, projected onto the ceiling. This one was my favorite. Simple and to the point: What do you need more of in the world?
My wishes have always been the same. Every year, on my birthday, I wish for the same thing.
What would you wish for?
At the end of the hall, interns had set up a finger-painting station, a way to transfer the energy of your wish onto a communal tree. I love art that grows through collective hands—it reminded me of the generative art painting FCNY created together for the summer solstice.
In this photo, I’m standing at the edge of a blanket—one of the custom pieces these teens made for their video installation, projected onto the ceiling. This one was my favorite. Simple and to the point: What do you need more of in the world?
My wishes have always been the same. Every year, on my birthday, I wish for the same thing.
What would you wish for?
I’m heartbroken that I can’t foster this terrier who may be euthanized. He’s a Korean terrier rescued from a market where dogs are sold for meat. I know I have to take care of myself before I can help others, but I can’t wait for the day I have the space and means to give dogs like him a second chance. 💔
I miss spring—the way it softens the edges of the city, how the sun lingers a little longer, and how even the grumpiest winter sourpusses seem to thaw out just a bit. Warmer weather really does wonders for people’s moods.
Pic of my favorite wall of orchids at Longwood Gardens
Pic of my favorite wall of orchids at Longwood Gardens
Enjoyed seeing Cameron’s travel rules so I’d like to share mine from traveling to over 30 different countries! Health is wealth, and nothing ruins a trip faster than getting sick
My hard-won rules 4 travel:
1. Pee when you can. Buy and drink brandname bottled water when you can. Only eat at clean sit-down restaurants or trusted snacks for the first few days
2. Always have basic medicine on hand: Tylenol, famotidine, etc
3. Bring a butt cushion and use it—bonus points if it folds
4. Compression socks are a must for long flights or lots of walking. Stretch before, during, and after flights
5. Never eat fresh plane food (exceptions for first class, depending on the airline)
6. Never travel without alcohol or hypochlorous acid spray, plus disinfectant wipes or sprays
7. If you’re traveling with checked luggage, always pack at least 1 night’s worth of essentials in ur carry-on in case ur luggage gets lost or you miss a connecting flight and get stranded in a new country
What are ur go-to travel rules?
My hard-won rules 4 travel:
1. Pee when you can. Buy and drink brandname bottled water when you can. Only eat at clean sit-down restaurants or trusted snacks for the first few days
2. Always have basic medicine on hand: Tylenol, famotidine, etc
3. Bring a butt cushion and use it—bonus points if it folds
4. Compression socks are a must for long flights or lots of walking. Stretch before, during, and after flights
5. Never eat fresh plane food (exceptions for first class, depending on the airline)
6. Never travel without alcohol or hypochlorous acid spray, plus disinfectant wipes or sprays
7. If you’re traveling with checked luggage, always pack at least 1 night’s worth of essentials in ur carry-on in case ur luggage gets lost or you miss a connecting flight and get stranded in a new country
What are ur go-to travel rules?
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Cameron Armstrong
@cameron·13:24 24/01/2025
Cameron’s Hard Won Rules for Travel
1. Pee when you can, eat when you can, sleep when you can
2. Never test a new routine on a travel day (ESPECIALLY w food, supplements, or caffeine)
3. You should be buffer maxing. Arrive early, assume longer distance, bring more supplies, etc. 15% overage is my sweet spot.
1. Pee when you can, eat when you can, sleep when you can
2. Never test a new routine on a travel day (ESPECIALLY w food, supplements, or caffeine)
3. You should be buffer maxing. Arrive early, assume longer distance, bring more supplies, etc. 15% overage is my sweet spot.
Simple joys: making ceremonial grade matcha for loved ones and serving it in a heart-shaped shot glass. From boiling the water to the perfect temp, sifting the matcha, to whisking with bamboo—it’s a mindful ritual that brings me so much happiness!
I’m about to trim the loose threads from the inside of my “gym bag”—a backpack that’s been with me for over a decade. It’s carried heavy textbooks, souvenirs, climbed mountains in a few countries, and now it’s retired as my trusty gym bag. He’s falling apart, but I know I’ll cry the day I finally have to let him go. Some things are more than just things…
Let me tell you something: greed, pride, lust—all the darkness in the world—has always been here. But so has kindness, compassion, understanding, and respect. There’s no perfect time, no golden era. There’s always more to lose, always more to gain. The key is *YOU*. To stay grounded. To know who you are, what you stand for, and to hold onto that with unwavering conviction. That’s your guide—your north star—shaping who you surround yourself with and where you’re headed. Life isn’t a checklist; it’s a journey. There will be obstacles, but the important thing is to move forward without regret. If you stay true to yourself, you’ll look back and feel proud of how far you’ve come.
scooting on our asses to the gym in the ultimate luxury non electric mode of transportation
I just annihilated $100 worth of Korean fried chicken in the car, washed down with the most perfect real grape slushie ❤️ This tradition with these friends always hits the spot—no plates, no shame, just vibes
I decided to check out Truth Social last night and realized Trump posted his coin at 9:00pm EST there, and posted at 9:45pm EST on Twitter
This should have been enough proof it was really Trump and not a scam 😂
This should have been enough proof it was really Trump and not a scam 😂
I love this dress but I’m not demure enough to keep it clean while devouring a lobster with my hands 😂
The time’s going to pass anyway, so why not use it chasing something that matters to you? Just a little reminder from this cat clock to keep going.
Day 4 of going to the gym, and the universe handed me a wild reminder of how far I’ve come—emotionally and physically. I ran into someone from my freshman orientation group. That same orientation I missed more than half of because I was starting my first round of chemo.
I remember choosing not to wear my wig, knowing it’d be easier to focus on what mattered—getting to the hospital in the campus security car, making sure my clothes allowed access to my medical port, and prioritizing survival over appearances. I wasn’t there to impress anyone or make friends. I just showed up, bald, determined, and unwilling to hesitate.
Thinking back, it’s funny how often people asked why I chose to be bald. But years later, after so many medical scares and challenges, I’m here—and I can honestly say I’m alive in every sense of the word. That chance encounter reminded me of what I’ve survived and that every step I take, even on a treadmill at a 12% incline, is proof of how far I’ve come.
I remember choosing not to wear my wig, knowing it’d be easier to focus on what mattered—getting to the hospital in the campus security car, making sure my clothes allowed access to my medical port, and prioritizing survival over appearances. I wasn’t there to impress anyone or make friends. I just showed up, bald, determined, and unwilling to hesitate.
Thinking back, it’s funny how often people asked why I chose to be bald. But years later, after so many medical scares and challenges, I’m here—and I can honestly say I’m alive in every sense of the word. That chance encounter reminded me of what I’ve survived and that every step I take, even on a treadmill at a 12% incline, is proof of how far I’ve come.
I made friends with the girls at the booty machines 😂
It’s so refreshing to see parents asking their kids what they want to do while opening presents. ‘You want to open your first toy and play with it now? Go for it!’ No pressure to open everything at once for the camera or immediately perform gratitude. Just pure joy in the moment…
Over a decade ago, I used to daydream and wonder what I’d say to HONY, Humans of New York if I ever ran into him on the streets. His new post today made me realize something: I used to think about meeting him the way kids are fascinated by sharks—equal parts terrified and intrigued.
I was scared because I felt like not even 2% of who I am could ever be captured in a single photograph and a paragraph. But looking back now, I think that’s hilarious. Of course no one can be summed up like that! It’s not that serious.
I still have this urge to write my own story, to control how I’m remembered, but being older has given me the freedom to let go a little. It’s funny to think how serious I was as a child—I had to grow up so fast. But now? I want to laugh more, to be silly, to stop letting “seriousness” define me.
So here’s to being ridiculous, to not taking everything to heart, and to letting life be light when it can be 🩵
I was scared because I felt like not even 2% of who I am could ever be captured in a single photograph and a paragraph. But looking back now, I think that’s hilarious. Of course no one can be summed up like that! It’s not that serious.
I still have this urge to write my own story, to control how I’m remembered, but being older has given me the freedom to let go a little. It’s funny to think how serious I was as a child—I had to grow up so fast. But now? I want to laugh more, to be silly, to stop letting “seriousness” define me.
So here’s to being ridiculous, to not taking everything to heart, and to letting life be light when it can be 🩵
Me & my “tech box” can’t relate (perhaps to my detriment haha) I have rarely thrown out any electronics related packaging 💀 the boxes get thrown out by other people but not me! I prefer to move with the original box that is designed to hold that specific item and prefer selling used electronics in its original box
That being said, I’m determined this year to do better about decluttering… starting with my “tech box” that has accumulated different electronic related things for 10 years
That being said, I’m determined this year to do better about decluttering… starting with my “tech box” that has accumulated different electronic related things for 10 years
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I’m not into the whole “new year, new me” thing, but it’s a solid reminder to shake things up if you’ve gotten too comfortable. Growth doesn’t happen in the comfort zone—use this as a moment to reset and refocus
Realized just how patient my man is when he misheard me and thought I had *once again* rescued a squirrel 😂🫶 Bless him for rolling with the chaos!
I feel incredibly grateful to be at a point in my mental health journey where I can explore my cultural identity and embrace new experiences without feeling triggered. It’s a powerful reminder of how far I’ve come—and that healing, though not linear, is always worth the effort 🫶
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Just me and my cat, holding hands in the honey aisle, proving we’re sweeter than anything on the shelf 🍯
I do a yearly emotional recap every year on highlights, the lows, what I want to do, change, and focus on in the next year. Usually I’m alone during the holidays and have a lot of time to self reflect and mope around. Excited to carve some alone time soon so I can focus on gathering my thoughts and reflections
It feels weird—but good—to finally accept that my experiences haven’t been normal. That realization has given me the space to embrace positive, “normal” moments without guilt or judgment about the past, especially the parts that were completely out of my control
