31st August 2013

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26th July 2013

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You are never alone with a good book. This charming campaign is from Grey Tel Aviv. Via Taxi 

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24th July 2013

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Paper Art of Lion by Kyle Bean

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24th July 2013

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Daily Writing Quote

amandaonwriting:

Daily Writing Quote

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24th July 2013

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RHPS Advice

suicideblonde:

RHPS Advice

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24th July 2013

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This might be a little sappy, but suck it up

I saved a kitten on Wednesday.  And fuck, if this little guy hasn’t changed everything.  He’s just barely 3 weeks old, weighs half a pound, is the length of a dollar bill (meaning yes, the Beanie Baby that looks just like him is bigger) and is the softest thing I’ve ever felt.  He needs to eat every few hours, and he needs eye drops put in for an infection he had when I found him in my backyard.  The first night the vet told us not to name him because he might not make it.  Now he’s a completely different animal.  I can’t describe how having something that is completely dependent on you makes me feel—he’s my responsibility and one of the few things right now that make me truly happy.  He purrs on my chest, falls asleep in my hair, and stumbles across my feet (he doesn’t quite have the hang of walking yet, he’s too young).  I think that this is what parenthood is like; pride and fear and joy and dontwakemeuppleasei’msotired, but most of all love.  I love this little life, and one day very soon he will have the perfect name that only someone who loves him can give him.

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19th July 2013

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11th July 2013

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You are more than a series of pains strung together

You are more than a series of pains strung together

nerves screaming for release

cresting waves of agony

aching bone and trembling soul.

You are also your pleasures

weak knees and cresting consciousness

toes curled and hair tingling.

So why do you recall pain so much faster?

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3rd July 2013

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I don’t think about you anymore

I don’t think about you anymore
Except in quiet moments.
Those times when I reach for your hand
But it’s not there anymore.
Or I turn to tell you something
But you are long gone and far away.

I’ve grown out of you
Like you so easily grew out of me
But I was a little slower
And being grown out of first hurt more.
But still, I don’t think about you now.

There are times when I feel you with me
Anniversaries of plans
Or spontaneous events.
When I come across people or places we knew
Or wanted to see.
But this is not my choice
And I don’t think about you these days.

I say
I don’t
I can’t
I won’t
Think about you anymore.

Until I do.

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3rd July 2013

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For now

You are only this you for now
You will change in an instant
Every instant
Some of these changes are pleasurable
Your mind’s equivalent of a cat
Stretching in the noonday sun
Others hurt more
Than the worst injury you could imagine

The best part of this change
Is that you can’t make a mistake twice
Because you are never the same person
Who failed in the first place

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26th June 2013

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The Plaque Series

The concept art of Jenny Holzer.

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23rd June 2013

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22nd June 2013

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Reading is one of the few distinctively human activities that set us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. As many scholars have noted, and Paul too mentions in her piece, reading, unlike spoken language, does not come naturally to human beings. It must be taught. Because it goes beyond mere biology, there is something profoundly spiritual — however one understands that word — about the human ability, and impulse, to read. In fact, even the various senses in which we use the word captures this: to “read” means not only to decipher a given and learned set of symbols in a mechanistic way, but it also suggests that very human act of finding meaning, of “interpreting” in the sense of “reading” a person or situation. To read in this sense might be considered one of the most spiritual of all human activities.

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Source: The Atlantic