Happy Mother's Day: to all the great mothers in the world, this one's for you

all photos from Tumblr

A card for my lovely mothers' 

Of Mother, Grandmother, Sister sludge, and me, Christmas 2012

Too much love that I cannot possibly put into words. There's just so much to thank. Thank you for all the time, the patience, the effort you put in us silly teenagers. Dealing with our bullshit and occassional PMS, you guys could not have done a better job. I'm so grateful so have someone to vent to, someone who understand and actually gives constructive feedback. There were definitely times where we got mad at one another, but that's what makes us mother and daughter.

I miss you all so much 婆婆, 姨媽, and Mom

Can't wait to see you all in less than a month!

- 妹

“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life; Love shouldn’t be one of them.” — Dream for an Insomniac

I'm confused.. lost.. You keep leading me on, but then you keep me hanging there. 

One more week till I get home,

Home.

SHHARON.

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WHAT DO YOU THINK AN ARTIST IS? AN IMBECILE WHO ONLY HAS EYES, IF HE IS A PAINTER, OR EARS IF HE IS A MUSICIAN, OR A LYRE IN EVERY CHAMBER OF HIS HEART IF HE IS A POET, OR EVEN, IF HE IS A BOXER, JUST HIS MUSCLES? FAR FROM IT: AT THE SAME TIME HE IS ALSO A POLITICAL BEING, CONSTANTLY AWARE OF THE HEARTBREAKING, PASSIONATE, OR DELIGHTFUL THINGS THAT HAPPEN IN THE WORLD, SHAPING HIMSELF COMPLETELY IN THEIR IMAGE. HOW COULD IT BE POSSIBLE TO FEEL NO INTEREST IN OTHER PEOPLE, AND WITH A COOL INDIFFERENCE TO DETACH YOURSELF FROM THE VERY LIFE WHICH THEY BRING TO YOU SO ABUNDANTLY? NO, PAINTING IS NOT DONE TO DECORATE APARTMENTS. IT IS AN INSTRUMENT OF WAR.

-PABLO PICASSO