Darling, you have too much free time.

jegmacska: Street art animals. Roa.

Fri, 09 Mar 2012 00:11:28 -0500

jegmacska:

Street art animals. Roa.

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Fri, 09 Mar 2012 00:11:11 -0500

Apple Tree

Fri, 09 Mar 2012 00:09:56 -0500

Did you ever stop and think that no matter how hard we try, we’ll probably end up just like our parents?

The best part of the night is you.

Fri, 09 Mar 2012 00:06:40 -0500

At the end of the day we can always look forward to our bed. We have our habits - the fifteen minutes I hog the bathroom sink with what you call “female things”, we read by the light of the lamp on your side of the bed, fighting for leg space with our two dogs.

Once the light clicks off we still follow routine. Curled up together, legs entangled. I can feel your heart beat into my back and your breath in my ear. That moment when you fall into slumber, I smile at our nightly moment of peace. This is our rhythm. Two heart beats in the dark.

orientaltiger: Rob Mulholland makes these sculptures out of...

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 03:35:52 -0500

orientaltiger:

Rob Mulholland makes these sculptures out of acrylic glass which blend into the environment.

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Wed, 07 Mar 2012 03:34:15 -0500

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Wed, 07 Mar 2012 03:32:07 -0500

Sleep and I

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 03:16:19 -0500

rakuli:

She wants me
(badly)
But only when I am distracted

She calls to me
(seductively)
But only when I cannot answer

I push her away
(tentatively,
sometimes firmly)
But only because I forget myself in bed with her

She wins me
(almost every time)
But only because I see her as a duty

She rejects me
(loudly)
But only when I crave her most

She refuses me
(sporadically)
But only when I want her for hours on end

She leaves me hanging
(on the brink,
refusing to let me come for her)
But only because I forgot myself in bed with her

She makes me rise
(unwillingly)
But only because I performed my duty

When I want her she rejects me and when she needs me I do not see her

I have always loved the word lush. Luxuriant, succulent, full. It brings visions of plump red lips,...

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 03:05:00 -0500

I have always loved the word lush. Luxuriant, succulent, full. It brings visions of plump red lips, of thick eyelashes laying on check bones. Of juicy peaches and warm blueberry pancakes. Of fleshy flower buds and thick carpets of grass. Of warm beds, curves of hips. Of the moment of no return. Lush.

Even the pure sound of it, lush, is terribly intoxicating. Lovely, soft, drunken. It plays over your tongue, dancing through your lips. Lush. If I could have a love affair with a word, lush would be it. Such a deliciously gorgeous word. Delirious. Lush.

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Wed, 07 Mar 2012 03:01:22 -0500

"You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye"

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 02:57:00 -0500

“

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

”

- Margaret Atwood

urbangreens: share-the-land submitted: Berlin.

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 02:51:27 -0500

urbangreens:

share-the-land submitted:

Berlin.

"She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful."

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 02:49:47 -0500

““She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.””

- Neil Gaiman (via wishingskiesofblue)

"Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have..."

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 02:46:59 -0500

“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

- Steve Jobs, Stanford commencement speech, 2005 (via lisawiseman)

Fresh starts.

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 02:38:00 -0500

The start of a blog is not unlike the start of a relationship. Between the initial hellos and can I have your number there’s that awkward silence. Both unsure on how to proceed; afraid of scaring the other by moving too quickly but also afraid of losing by moving too slowly. It’s really a balancing act, trying to find the perfect mix of boldness and reservation to keep them hooked without seeming overbearing.

Later in that getting to really know you stage that comes after a date over coffee mugs and holding hands in the theater, you are waiting by the phone just to breathlessly say hello and act like you weren’t sitting there willing the phone to ring while you email inbox lays open on the computer screen. Act nonchalant as you ask about their day when what you really mean is were you thinking about me.

The start of a blog, begins with a single post; your hello. That first thrown together scrap of an introduction sends you spiraling into the blogsphere. You put yourself out there, unknown and alone. It’s a very vulnerable thing, even with the safe anonymity the internet provides. It’s arriving at a stranger’s party you weren’t invited to. Now, it is your job to mingle. And mingle you do. Then after passing out your number to the crowd, in the guise of wise words, congratulations and general conversation, you wait to hear back. You wait, refresh the page. Has anyone looked? What if they don’t like me? Refresh.

In many similar ways, I fear rejection. Humans are social creatures after all. We all seek validation and love. I am here seeking among other seekers. I hope we all find what we are looking for.