Don’t overthink it.

Have I said it before? I am learning to see. Yes, I am beginning. It's still going badly. But I intend to make the most of my time. —Rilke—

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Have I said it before? I am learning to see. Yes, I am beginning. It's still going badly. But I intend to make the most of my time. —Rilke—

My name is Beth Wernet. I'm an Interaction Design MFA candidate at SVA in New York City.

Founder of Tipical

get in touch!

email: tenrewnna {at} gmail.com

or send me a message

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  • “Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
    to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
    Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
    in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
    Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
    the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
    who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
    that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
    Not the nights you called god names and cursed
    your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
    chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
    You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
    over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
    across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
    coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
    You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
    you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
    of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
    when the lights from the carnival rides
    were the only stars you believed in, loving them
    for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
    You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
    ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
    after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
    window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
    of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering any of it.
    Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
    on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.”
    — Dorianne Laux, Antilamentation
    Source: brainpickings.org
    • September 28, 2012 (10:41 pm)
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    • #regret
    • #life
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