December 2009
41 posts
at some point, i think we all need to stop worrying about the way people look at us and start thinking about the way we look at people
tumblr vs. twitter
nathoven:
it’s just that sometimes when i have something to say, i don’t know whether to put it on my tumblr or my twitter. i know i can link the two, but i don’t really want to. i kind of save my little short outbursts for twitter and my longer diatribes for tumblr.
but sometimes i like writing, you know, one of those short posts where you just type it into the title and it’s all bolded and...
Good Hours
reluctantbuddha:
I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within: I had the sound of a violin; I had a glimpse through curtain laces Of youthful forms and youthful faces. I had such company outward bound. I went till there were no cottages found. I turned and repented, but...
Not color coordinated.
sheerlay:
thundaroo:
sheerlay:
Love these color combinations.
Lime green &stormy blue
Lemon yellow, Tangerine orange &Lime green
Sunset purple, faded orange &yellow
Black &white.
I wish I could be an interior designer.
I was randomly surfing tumble and came across this post. I have no idea why, but for some reason, i was inclined to respond…out of curiosity, why arent...
Dust of Snow
reluctantbuddha:
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
by Robert Frost
Okay, so, it's just TIME.
weave:
I hate the gym. Why? I hate doing anything that feels like I’m wasting precious seconds of my life. Why? I have no idea. Must have died young in a previous life.
I’ve never “had” to work out in my entire life. I’ve always been wiry (hard to believe now) and nimble and fast. Strong, too - I could easily leg-press several hundred pounds.
But the reality is that it’s time to face the...
nice guys only finish last when they’re pushovers
today has been a really good day.
blanjblog:
i will deathly miss concept class. i will miss the requirement to find art everywhere and feeling inspired by the images of my peers projected on the wall every week. it’s been an amazingly incredible experience learning in a new way and being constantly pushed to improve. it’s the first time i’ve ever cried on the last day of class, and i’ve been changed.
ultimate jealousy
food for thought...
now im not sure if i believe this myself, but it was an idea inspired while listening to my conceded yet BRILLIANT film professor, JP Gorin, drop some top-notch knowledge on us…
Although humility is a virtue, perhaps we should be just narcissistic enough to want to always be brilliant.
bad wrists
I have an eerie feeling our entire generation is going to have carpal tunnel syndrome…
a foreshadowed life
The life that i want to make for myself is one where i am making/materializing/striving for goals that i can be proud of…mental destinations and soul-enriching glories that, when i bask in them, will make me as proud as the day i realized i am strong enough to take on this world and whatever problems it blasts me with. And finally to make sure that the journey to those results will be epic...
A Tale of Self-Motivation
He gave it his all, every last drop of it. And when night howled and fear reached its peak, something that resembled hope glimmered…
I learn a lot of little bits. So I stay bad at something for a while, longer than I would care to be bad at something anyway. And then I get not-half-bad. Its like I need to learn all the tasks that are required to successfully run a navy ship to the point of “jack...
"now that's a motorcycle" →
