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Robyn, Handle Me Let me tell you how it be You won’t get...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 12:58:06 +0100

Robyn, Handle Me

Let me tell you how it be
You won’t get with this you see
Cause you can’t handle me

"I don’t talk things, sir. I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I’m alive."

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:14:50 +0100

“I don’t talk things, sir. I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I’m alive.”

- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1951)

Currently reading.

David Duchovny by Jason Bell

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:13:47 +0100

David Duchovny by Jason Bell

Aurdal by Michael Bodiam

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:12:58 +0100

Aurdal by Michael Bodiam

I’m gaining weight and it makes me uneasy. by Caiti Anne

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:09:50 +0100

I’m gaining weight and it makes me uneasy. by Caiti Anne

"In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you Had I told the sea What I felt for..."

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 19:08:51 +0100

“In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.”

- Nizar Qabbani, In the Summer

Sound of Bamboo by Xue Yanqun

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:07:08 +0100

Sound of Bamboo by Xue Yanqun

The Sound of Green by Xue Yanqun

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:29:00 +0100

The Sound of Green by Xue Yanqun

"Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving in words evidence of the fact."

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:01:57 +0100

“Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving in words evidence of the fact.”

- George Eliot, Impressions of Theophrastus Such (1879)

Dreaming of Joy by Ran Hwang

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:02:50 +0100

Dreaming of Joy by Ran Hwang

ace hotel room 322 portland, oregon by Ryan Jacob Smith

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:01:00 +0100

ace hotel room 322 portland, oregon by Ryan Jacob Smith

Fat Segal, Skins Theme Tune

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:03:13 +0100

Fat Segal, Skins Theme Tune

"A man may well bring a horse to the water but he cannot make him drink."

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:08:53 +0100

“A man may well bring a horse to the water but he cannot make him drink.”

- John Heywood

.. by Jaime Fernandez

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:06:48 +0100

.. by Jaime Fernandez

Willow by James Franznick

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:03:13 +0100

Willow by James Franznick

Untitled by Fatpixel

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:13:46 +0100

Untitled by Fatpixel

Caitlin, Smiling, Glowing by Lou O’ Bedlam

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 13:13:46 +0100

Caitlin, Smiling, Glowing by Lou O’ Bedlam

We need to talk about Robert Enke

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 12:13:46 +0100

We need to talk about Robert Enke:

incanto:

because not all football fields or race tracks are paved in gold…

I think I am in love.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 11:13:26 +0100

newfilosofee:

There is no one. There isn’t a single person that I am in love with rather a place. This place called earth. Where there is pollution and death and illness and crime and all sorts of terrible calamities. But that’s just the thing. If we fall in love with an imperfect person who always hurts us and we keep going back, how can one blame me for being in love with an imperfect place?

Like a guy who stands you up but brings you flowers the next day or a girl who is 15 minutes late but she kisses you when she gets there and you forget she was ever late at all, i forgive the earth because of it’s beauty.

After every calamity, it offers an apology. After every death, a birth. After every storm, it offers sun. After every heartbreak it brings me infinite amounts of joy. So how I can I stay upset at this world when it makes up for all it lacks? How can I not forgive the place that brings me flowers and gives me kisses? I have to forgive in order to love. I love this world and all it’s calamities because at the end of the day, it’s all we really have.

I no longer think I am in love, I know I am.

Window by Vincent Botta

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:31:00 +0100

Window by Vincent Botta