We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Originally, Pierce Thiot would fill his beard with household objects to simply entertain his kids.
After noticing his beard was especially velcro-like, Pierce and his wife decided to take it up a notch by starting a blog and even taking requests from readers.
via Junk Culture
This girl is my idol.
New life goal: be more like this awesome child.