27 Unique Photo Display Ideas That Will Bring Your Memories To Life

For when ‘gram-worthy becomes wall-worthy.

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1. Use twine to create this modern geometric display.

Find out how to recreate the look here.

2. Transform a PVC pipe into a memento vase.

Get the full how-to here.

3. Bring your photos to the party by making DIY coasters.

Make this whole set for less than $1!

4. Make your party photos pop by creating a balloon chandelier.

Check it out here.

5. Use washi tape to add a fun and easy faux-frame.

6. Use wax paper to transfer your favorite photos onto wood.

Check it out here.

7. Turn clips and some string into an IRL Instagram page.

Get the full how-to here.

8. Turn your favorite ‘grams into resin-coated charms.

Get all the deets here.

9. Add a little rustic charm by dangling polaroids from a fallen branch.

Learn how to recreate the look here.

10. Maximize your display space by using framed room dividers.

Get the full tutorial on how to create this awesome chicken wire screen here.

11. Display travel photos pinned to locations on a map.

12. Or cut out your photos in the shapes of states themselves.

Be sure to make duplicates before cutting into original photos. Check out all the steps here.

13. Make 3D photo shapes.

Check out the full tutorial here.

14. Plus, you can pile the shapes in a pretty jar or vase for an easy centerpiece.

15. Turn your Instagrams into lavender or cedar sachets.

Transfer paper + fabric + delish smells. Get the how-to here.

16. Get the party started with this photo bunting.


Get the super-easy tutorial here.

17. Use a clipboard for easy photo switch-outs.

18. Or DIY a sturdier version.


Check it out here.

19. Decorate your fridge with mini polaroid magnets.

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Learn how to recreate this here.

20. Illuminate your favorite snapshots by pinning them to fairy lights.

Buy pre-lit clothespin strands, or DIY your own!

21. Or DIY your own unique photo lantern to brighten a room.

Find out how here.

22. Display photos in a vintage window frame.

Don’t have one? Find one on Etsy.

23. Transform flea market finds into antique photo treasures.

Via Better Homes and Gardens.

24. Turn embroidery hoops into a unique photo chandelier.

Find out more here.

25. Make an antique bicycle wheel your new pin board.

Buy one on Etsy or DIY your own.

26. Use old-timey bottles for a ~found object~ kind of feel.

Via Apartment Therapy

27. Or turn a mason jar into a vase with a little paint!

Learn how to do it here.

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18 Cool Holiday Gift Ideas For That Person Who’s Impossible To Shop For

We all have at least one person on our Christmas list who is impossible to shop for. This year, don’t settle for another boring coffee mug or ugly tie! The 18 unique gifts on this list will delight even the most particular friend or family member.

Personally, I like to give gifts as much as a like to receive them. That said, I hate watching a friend or family member open a present that I know is subpar. After seeing these unexpected and fun gifts, I’m regretting every lame gift card that I’ve ever purchased. Need a little bit of inspiration? Look no further.

1. Remember Polaroid cameras? This modern-day version has updated features that include an LCD touch screen, bluetooth capability, and a “selfie mirror.”

Read More: The 25 Hilariously Ugly Christmas Sweaters You Never Knew You Needed

2. If you have a friend or family member who is missing their home state, check out these homesick candles. There’s one for each state, but order quickly! Many are already out of stock until after the holidays.

Read more: http://www.viralnova.com/gift-ideas/

Here Are 33 Cheap But Brilliant Ways You Can Keep Your Kids Busy. I Wanna Do #15!

Keeping kids busy while they are at home during the warm summer months is a challenge for any parent, older sibling or babysitter. It’s not easy to fill an 8 hour+ day with fun activities for your little ones. Thankfully, some brilliant people online came up with some fun (and safe) ways to keep children occupied for less than $10. Don’t spend a fortune taking them to the movies, swimming pool or mall every day (although that can be fun). Try some of these cheap, but awesome, ideas. You might enjoy them yourself, too!

1.) Make roads for toy cars by using colored tape on carpet.

2.) You can also use tape to create some oversized, fun games.

3.) Turn your driveway into a fun target game using chalk and sponges.

4.) Chalk is also a great way to play dress-up without dolls.

5.) Exploding paint bags can be a messy, fun art project for your kids.

6.) Use plastic container lids, glue and food coloring for a neat painting craft.

7.) Have extra bubble wrap? Make stomp paintings.

8.) Cut up a tarp with scissors to make a cheap throwing game.

9.) Create a quiet, safe game of Jenga by using cut-up sponges.

10.) Use foil to make a big river in the backyard.

11.) Tape a paper towel roll to the wall to make a simple game for your toddler.

12.) Or run some pipe cleaners through a colander.

13.) “Sew” through burlap using plastic needles, making fun designs.

14.) Let kids practice their letters in this sugar writing tray.

15.) Go camping indoors and let your kids’ imaginations run wild.

16.) Let your kids experiment with water marbles.

17.) Create alien bubble science projects.

18.) Extract DNA from strawberries as a fun experiment.

19.) Balloon rockets teach a lesson, plus they are just fun.

20.) Make a mini bowling game with pencil erasers and marbles.

21.) Got yarn? Let kids crawl through a safe playground you create.

22.) Pretending the floor is lava can be turned into a fun, educational game.

23.) Make soap clouds by putting a bar of soap into the microwave.

24.) Let your kids compete in a Popcorn Olympics!

25.) Balloon ping pong is a fun activity your kids can safely play indoors.

26.) Strands of painter’s tape can form a fun, sticky spiderweb.

27.) Transform an old box into an indoor slide.

28.) Go outside and let your kids make a rainbow bubble snake from simple ingredients.

29.) Create a giant, DIY bubble wand.

30.) Fill balloons with Play-Doh for a fun new toy.

31.) Help kids create their own t-shirt designs with crayons and sand paper.

32.) Cut a pool noodle in half to make a marble race track.

33.) Or use those pool noodles to create a backyard obstacle course.

(H/T BuzzFeed) Pretty much all of these ideas require some parental supervision, but it should be fun for everyone involved! Give them a try this summer, or at least share this article so other parents can!

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Any Of These 24 Brilliant Ideas For Your House Will Instantly Make It Better. Awesome.

Most people end up living in an apartment at some point during their lives. There’s no shame in living in a small space (sometimes, it’s actually pretty perfect). But when you don’t have a lot of space and you still own a lot of things, decorating can be tricky. That’s why some genius people thought of ways to make the most out of life in a smaller apartments. Check them out, even if you’re no longer in an apartment, these products would be awesome to have in any home.

1.) An adjustable REK bookcase

2.) The Floyd Leg, which will help you make a table out of anything.

3.) Furniture you can transform into other pieces of furniture

4.) Collapsable lighting

5.) Beautiful space/room dividers

6.) Felt pods that offer you privacy from roommates

7.) Beautiful storage space

8.) Super-functional furniture with storage space

9.) A desk with room for books, papers, pens and cords inside of it

10.) Extra closet space without the closets

11.) Tables that hide your entertainment

12.) A simple alternative to a medicine cabinet

13.) Multi-purpose furniture that doesn’t take up a lot of space

14.) Products that help you make use of vertical space

15.) Pet furniture you can easily disassemble and store

16.) Bookshelves that make the most out of space

17.) Hide-away beds that are actually beautiful

18.) An indoor garden that takes up almost zero space

19.) Put your entire apartment in a box

20.) Make a workspace that is just right for you

21.) Make use of shelves to hold your possessions

22.) Buy patio furniture with multiple uses

23.) Buy an awesome sofa that can be transported easily and is still comfortable

24.) Use a storage system that you can customize to your space completely

Fold-away furniture and collapsable storage will always be a good idea if you’re trying to make the most of your space. Plus, you can easily impress your guests with all of you ultra-modern and functional furnishings. (H/T Huffington Post) Share these cool products with others by clicking on the button below.

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Why I Ended A Perfectly Fine Relationship

My boyfriend and I were going nowhere, so I did what any self-proclaimed gay academic would do: I re-read Roland Barthes.

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I was introduced to Roland Barthes’ A Lover’s Discourse by a good friend I was sleeping with. We’d just had brunch and sex when he told me, “Read it.” I found his edition of the book on his bedside table. The yellowing pages were soft against my fingers as his own traced figures on my skin. “It’s right up your alley.”

“Why’s that?” I said.

“You’re like the book.” He planted kisses down my spine with each word. “Intelligent. Gorgeous. Romantic…”

After another orgasm, I got a copy that very afternoon.

We weren’t, nor would we ever be, “boyfriends.” He was in a long-term open relationship (now marriage) and I was living in New York for just a few months. So I didn’t expect much. But his warm brown eyes were engaging. We’d walk around Manhattan and talk about books. We’d go out to dinner and talk about writing. And we’d kiss and turn snowfall into rain.

We weren’t sure what to call ourselves. He was older and established — my mentor, in a sense. So we played with the term “lover.” How French, I thought. I could do French. But for Barthes, an actual gay Frenchman, being a lover was a different ordeal.

Barthes wrote A Lover’s Discourse in 1977 as a collection of notes on amorous language. “Figures,” he calls them, gestures of the lover at work. He says his goal is to present scenes of language wherein the lover might recognize himself. The whole thing reads like a dictionary of a lover’s desire, an exercise in defining every move made, thought shared, word said. Or unsaid.

“Waiting,” for example, Barthes describes as “the tumult of anxiety provoked by waiting for the loved being, subject to trivial delays (rendezvous, letters, telephone calls, returns).” He talks about waiting by the phone for his loved one to call. He dare not attempt to find him or call him lest he miss him. Barthes reports how his feelings ricochet between dread and anger and sadness, all while seated by the telephone. (Imagine if he had iMessage.)

“Am I in love?” he writes. “Yes, since I am waiting. The other never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely: I am the one who waits.”

Barthes uses words to make a lucid mirror out of Discourse. But it was only two years later, when I looked into it again, that I recognized myself. This happened, predictably, when I found myself a “boyfriend.”

We began using the word when we were having real estate problems in New York. I needed to move out of an apartment I couldn’t afford and his landlord refused to renew his lease. After he texted me with this news, I called him.

“I think we can do it,” he said. I could hear his crooked smile through the phone.

Between breathy laughs, I said, “I know we’ve only just met.”

We’d already gone on four dates within nine days, so the intimate act of telephoning was permissible, among other suggestions. “We could live together.”

The fact I could sit in silence with him, gaze into his steely blue eyes for hours, I willingly mistook for comfort. We’d walk around Brooklyn and stare at the pavement. We’d go out to dinner and chew on our food. But we’d kiss and turn the rain into steam.

He was beautiful and said the same of me. He’d text me good night and good morning. He was my age and single. These things, I decided, were good enough. And thus, I became the lover at work.

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adorable / adorable
Not managing to name the specialty of his desire for the loved being, the amorous subject falls back on this rather stupid word: adorable!

Via Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

During the Gay Pride parade in New York, I got belligerently drunk. He had to take me home to his place in Williamsburg when it was still light out. I accidentally left my bag at a bar in the West Village. In the bag were a flask once filled with vodka and the Ray-Bans he lent me. I wore them at the parade, but they weren’t in my bag when I woke up in his bedroom that evening, close to midnight. I didn’t mention this loss to him when I found him sleeping on the couch in the living room.

“What’re you doing out here?” My tongue was still catching up to my thoughts.

“You’re still drunk.” He smiled. “I need to give you some space.”

In the amber glow of the streetlights outside, his handsomeness was made princely. I said, “You went back to the bar for my bag?”

“Of course.” He turned away from me on the couch, tightening his hold on a pillow.

But I pulled him into his twin bed and wrapped my sunburnt arms around him. I thought about how lucky I was, to be here with him, in this home leased for only a little while longer, but with him nonetheless. I kissed the nape of his neck and said, “Thank you.”

Whenever anyone asked what made me want to be in a relationship with him, I’d often cite this story. Selfless, I called him. We didn’t talk about much else other than work and the weather, but he was sweet, kind, adorable — capable of loving and being loved. The nights after dinner on his couch watching Netflix with my head on his shoulder outweighed everything else. This was the honeymoon period I’d heard about.

But, of course, as all moons do, it waned.

“Special Days”

fête / festivity
The amorous subject experiences every meeting with the loved being as a festival.

Via Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

We would see each other almost every day, at first. We had drinks two days after our first date. He spent the night at my place three days after that. He’d meet me at the park for lunch and soon invited me to meet his friends. I’ve always had the habit of marking down these special days in my calendar. In the beginning, these days were wonderfully cramped into short weeks, but it wasn’t long until I began to measure my life in the days I didn’t see him.

He grew distant, for whatever reason. We saw each other less. His texts became less frequent, less sprinkled with emojis — which everyone knows is an infallible barometer of intimacy. And we used to call each other on video just to watch movies together. I’d point my phone at Clueless on the television and hear how he’d memorized the lines.

Then it became different. Then came weeks of radio silence. I could only count on seeing him on our monthly dates on the 15th, our month-aversary. But even then I’d have to wait for him, for his texts to tell me when and where to be. And whenever I did see him, the festivity I felt was more of a gratitude than sheer joy. Thank you, I wanted to tell him, thank you for picking me tonight. But after the dinner, after the gazing, after the toe-curling under the sheets, I was made to wait again — the subject subjected.

I decided to re-read A Lover’s Discourse. My copy’s pages were beginning to soften and yellow. In it, I found my notes naive, if not foolish; wide-eyed, if not provincial. And if Barthes’ work was once incandescent, now it was searing. His words were once warnings, cautionary tales to be heeded. But now the book, for better or worse, was our shared diary.

Still, I lied to myself. I gave my boyfriend excuses in the weeks between, blaming his own rendezvous and returns. And he was adorable; no one else could promise such pleasure. These were just growing pains, I reasoned. Our relationship was going through puberty, and every time we met, my voice would crack.

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I Love You

je-t’-aime / I-love-you
The figure refers not to the declaration of love, to the avowal, but to the repeated utterance of the love cry.

Via Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

On our first date, he took me to the carousel at the Brooklyn Bridge Park. He paid for our two tickets and tossed me the penny he got back. I tried to catch the change, but failed. It spun in circles on the cement, then rolled toward his foot. He stepped on it and picked it up. I told him he should have checked first, to see if it was lucky or not.

He put the change in my shirt pocket and pressed a hand to my chest. “Make your own luck.”

Then the lease ran out. I landed an apartment with friends in Harlem and he was moving to Crown Heights. We were on his Williamsburg rooftop for the last time when I thought I felt the breeze pick up. I held his face in my hands and ran a thumb across his manicured stubble. His hands were on my waist and I inflated my chest against his.

“I love you.” I felt him tense. I added the next line I’d practiced: “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

“I’m not a good boyfriend,” he said. “Just wait. Let me catch up.” This was one of his many promises.

Time and again, he’d promised to communicate more openly, to be more forthright with his emotions, to just treat me like his friend. But I never once felt him work on these vows. I felt us going in circles where nothing was wrong and nothing was right.

In cabs, in bed, outside parties, it was the same conversation: how I felt like an accessory of convenience in his life, to be used only when he needed help moving furniture or having an orgasm. We weren’t us anymore, as much of an us as we ever were. He’d left the job of making our own luck to me. He was not the lover at work.

At last, after months of waiting, he explained that whenever he’s in a relationship, he wants to be single again. And when he’s single, he wants to be in a relationship. I congratulated him on this novel feeling.

“Are you dating someone else?” I said. He paused, tightened my duvet around himself. “You’re not lying to me in my bed.”

“I’m not dating anyone,” he said. The next morning, we woke up with our backs turned to each other.

On the 15th of some month, we broke up at the waterfront of Brooklyn Bridge Park, near the carousel and the horse he rode in on. Some paces away, a couple taking their wedding photos was standing in the water, the Manhattan skyline as their backdrop. I silently wished them luck; I’d just found out fidelity is too much to ask for nowadays.

“I love you,” I said, “but I can’t keep waiting for you.”

From Waiting

A mandarin fell in love with a courtesan. “I shall be yours,” she told him, “when you have spent a hundred nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool, in my garden, beneath my window.” But on the ninety-ninth night, the mandarin stood up, put his stool under his arm, and went away.

Via Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

When I began to feel my relationship crumble, I picked up my copy of A Lover’s Discourse, fiercely notated, aggressively dog-eared, and loved. In both, I saw the lover at work. But it’s the “lover” — singular, alone — at work by himself. The loved one, the other, is oblivious to this. He is passive while the lover becomes active in his waiting. He begins to feel himself waiting. Calling it hoping, calling it pretending.

The title of the book can be misleading. Barthes was not writing about love, at least not in its healthiest sense, but about desire. It’s a romantic work, sure, wildly emotional and recklessly hopeful — very much up my alley. But it makes no pretenses about deconstructing an unrequited ideal. As Barthes discloses on the very first page of the book, to see oneself in these scenes of language is to be reminded of the lover’s extreme state of solitude.

Today, Barthes’ figures now come with sharp pangs of recognition. It’s a comfort in disguise. Barthes, eager and tormented next to his telephone, seems to say, “You are not alone in your aloneness.” It’s as singular and unique a work as it is unrequited and one-sided; that is to say, devastatingly so.

As I flip through the beautiful, bleeding pages now, I’m made to conclude that, by Barthes’ standards, I can’t do French. I don’t want a lover, for the time being at least. I just want a good friend I’m sleeping with.

Read more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/mattortile/the-one-who-waits