February 2012
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The glass on the counter was swearing. A train goes through the tunnel at one every morning. I just heard the whistle blow. I usually miss these shadows.
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Emotional Intensity
I want to be stuffed with bubbles and watch everything drip saturation. Engulfed by the cool breeze of adrenaline, my lungs stiffen. A little bit out of control.
I don’t think we have a word for that, but we’ve all experienced it regardless.
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Nothing
Let them run when it’s late at night and things are soft and grey. My head is a barometer and my hip is an anchor and I float somewhere in between. Cars swish by and the streetlight turns red.
Afar
She smelled like Dove soap. She often wore Converse but sometimes wore her heavy work boots. Especially in the snow. She only wrote in blue pen. And she was always writing. Lists, notes, drawings were all scribbled down on scraps of whatever paper she could find. I didn’t know her name, but when she laughed my insides were scooped out and I held my breath to keep from losing that too.
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“The White Stripes do not belong to Meg and Jack anymore. The White Stripes...”
– Meg and Jack White, The White Stripes Break Up Letter 2/2/11
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11:32
Ah the regulars are on. Hello my friends.
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Anonymous asked: Who are you?
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I wish being naked was more socially acceptable.
TMI Tuesday, ask anything! →
The Celestial Child: A friend of mine is missing. →
baliset:
terrafirmaspower:
Amelia Louden-Doud
She’s been missing since 3:30 today and she doesn’t have her cellphone. She was last seen at Falls Rd and Joppa Rd in Lutherville, MD. She was wearing a white jacket with a short, black, leather skirt, a white tank top, and a…
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Weird little word play things
make up an embarrassing amount of my thoughts… (see Work Hardening)
As does weird little number play things.
I am a space cadet.
:P
Ask me things! Tell me things! :) →
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Work hardening
Work hardening: When a metal experiences stress and strain that is beyond the limits of what it can take without being permanently altered and the metal becomes stronger.
Now, read it again. But replace “metal” with “person”.
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“If you’re an artist and you created something and you knew the master was...”
– Neil Young, about the loss of data when audio is converted to mp3
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“Well, why not? It ain’t worth nothing anyway.”
– Bob Dylan on people illegally downloading music
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This creative thing
It is mentally exhausting. I am pushing against a brick behind my eyes. A million, trillion words and none of them are right. They scroll through like a stock market ticker.
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“Living in a new age, kicking up the dust. Oh, we’re burning up the sky.”
– The Parson Red Heads, Burning Up the Sky
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And all she really wanted was firm actuality pressed against her lips. She craved straining hands on her lower back and hip to thigh. She needed to taste another’s uniqueness.
Beyond Pink and Blue: A Look at Gender Colors →
Many cool charts
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“Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world.”
– Miyamoto Musashi, Dokkodo, Precept 4
I'm back!
HOOORRAAAYYY!!!
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“Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both...”
– Sir Arthur C. Clarke (via crookedindifference)
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“A nation’s journalists and writers, like its poets and story-tellers, are the...”
– Russell Banks, American Author, to colleagues during a PEN International mission to Mexico that is encouraging law enforcement to better protect journalists.
As the Committee to Protect Journalists notes, 43 journalists have been murdered in Mexico since 2006
(via fotojournalismus)
January 2012
40 posts
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The Dam
Nothing could be heard over the deafening sound of the falls as the swollen river tumbled over the obstacle. Lights from the boathouses quivered on its dense surface. The frosty wind tangled our hair as we spread out our arms and yelled as loud as we could. But there was nothing but chanting water and lucid wind.
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Gravity
I was drowning in the numbing rumble of the subway. Tangy screeches punctuated the turn. A woman struggled to keep her head from sinking beneath the undertow. The drug made her limbs heavy like she was stranded on some massive planet and couldn’t acclimate to the increased gravity.
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Vandal
June thought for a minute as she stood at the decrepit sink. The turquoise laminate was scratched through in some places and where it had completely chipped were smeared white bubbles. Two of the sinks were slowly leaking water. The place smelled vaguely of cigarettes and the wet brown paper towels that could be found in similar restrooms all across America.
June liked the feeling that in a...
Ultimate creative business cards collection →
Couldn’t just pick one photo, so click the link and look them ALL!
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The Chromatic Typewriter →
COOL!
It was dark in my room when I realized that alone was alone. Perhaps a soul is all we are. A single entity and nothing more. I cried then. It was too depressing to grasp within myself. I was happy to make it home alive. That is true sanctuary.
