The grain of the wood melts into my hand. I’ve rubbed the swirls and markings of this bartop subconsciously for so long, flirting with it, and it has finally given into me. Once I realize its commitment I pull away, crashing the tips of my fingers onto a sweating glass, cooling them off.
“Intricacies of a single moment”,K. Knape
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Mist collects on my face quickly. Each droplet clings for dear life to its closest sibling. Together with hands held tight their weight rolls down my cheeks and falls off my chin, down to freedom that awaits on the pavement.
My feet off the ground, I soar through the streets. The darkest of night abounds high in the sky, peering at me approvingly. Hidden stars whisper into the wind. My ears open, I accept their gentle secrets.
Wet buildings slick with history swish in puddles all around. In the distance flags flip and flutter, anxiously clapping as I near my tour’s end. Patriotism soaks into my pores, sneaks into my blood and captures my heart. So much so that in this moment, this ride before dawn, the pursuit of love drowns out of me.
“Before dawn in DC”, K. Knape, regarding the night of April 30, 2013
Hair blowing back, ready to go.
Standing still, wondering why it won’t start.
Curious about what is to come
Wondering if it will ever be.
I’m open. I’m coming. Not afraid of me.
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I never expect life to all fall in place. Like a wild strand of hair that continues to free itself to dance in the wind, so do my life’s desires. Why be content with contentment when desire drives adventure?
- a Sunday morning thought
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It’s truly strange how new beginnings appear and reappear. In different disguises they mock my desire for self-actualization. We taunt and tease each other as we go back and forth with devilish grins pressed against our faces. Just as I close one in my fist, a revived hint of another appears magically again across the room. Sometime working itself onto a face just met or in a circumstance unveiled. Mostly, it peeks at me from inside the mirror with its questioning eyebrows that haunt me after the lights turn out.
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Sometimes when the hustle and bustle of your restless mind needs a little escape,
Find a small bit of natural happenstance and beauty amidst the cement and brick.
Force a pause. Take a longer breath. Focus your stare.
When you walk away use this memory to eclipse the chatter and clutter of the day.
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If I were to start my own business, this would be the essence of my #2 core value, closely behind “Respect”
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Heading home on the train that moves to the beat of my heart, I breathe out a gasp of air as the doors open to a chill. The burst of air relieves me from my stifling clothes which wrap too tightly around me. I step out onto the concrete slab and take a moment to let my body metamorphose to the frigid cold like a chameleon’s skin finding its perfect color. The winter doesn’t suit me. But the city embraces me, and gently reminds me of our rendezvous last summer. I remember how much I adore our mutual affection and gracefully accept its apology.
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"I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part."
To fall in love means to face the possibility of falling on my face.
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While I don’t typically reblog on current events, this is too powerful to keep it contained. Click on the link below to read further.
after searching on official war sites on the internet, he accidentally found out that 2 times more american soldiers had died in 2009 by committing suicide than those killed during that same year in the war in iraq
szymon:american kills from Sebastian Errazuriz
Feeling the blood of family bond
despite the miles of distance
feel the weight of their worry and
hope happiness awakes them soon
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