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Mist collects on my face quickly. Each droplet clings for dear...

Wed, 01 May 2013 15:20:19 -0500

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...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 00:58:04 -0500

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.

Photo via billcarman.com

I never expect life to all fall in place. Like a wild strand of...

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 11:34:36 -0600

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

(Pic via @iheartmyart)

It’s truly strange how new beginnings appear and reappear....

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 23:54:26 -0500

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.

Picture via: iheartmyart > magnolius)

Sometimes when the hustle and bustle of your restless mind needs...

Thu, 17 May 2012 22:11:35 -0500

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.

(Photo via: spaceships: spring is coming by AnnaLisk | via yasminacreates)

If I were to start my own business, this would be the essence of...

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 16:08:19 -0600

If I were to start my own business, this would be the essence of my #2 core value, closely behind “Respect”

Heading home on the train that moves to the beat of my heart, I...

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 16:02:00 -0600

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.

1982: The Obvious Corporation makes systems that help people...

Tue, 28 Jun 2011 18:16:51 -0500

1982:

The Obvious Corporation makes systems that help people work together to improve the world. The proliferation of technology can seem superfluous, but with the right approach, technology can benefit individuals, organizations, and society. We are relaunching the company that originally incubated Twitter with a high level of commitment to making a difference and developing products that matter.

(via The Obvious Corporation)

"I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift..."

Tue, 23 Nov 2010 22:38:30 -0600

““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.””

- This pang… this pathos… this fatality… must we part?

[Quote via: Vladimir Nabokov (via vlah-dee-mer, ephemerals) (via annarchy) (via unicornology)]

Love this… in theory. Need to continue to put it in...

Thu, 18 Nov 2010 00:12:55 -0600

Love this… in theory. Need to continue to put it in practice.

(Pic via: unicornology:annarchy:(via ★Baubauhaus.)

To fall in love means to face the possibility of falling on my...

Mon, 15 Nov 2010 23:42:12 -0600

To fall in love means to face the possibility of falling on my face.

(Pic via unicornology: thirlby)

While I don’t typically reblog on current events, this is...

Mon, 15 Nov 2010 23:34:58 -0600

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...

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 22:16:10 -0500

Feeling the blood of family bond

despite the miles of distance

feel the weight of their worry and

hope happiness awakes them soon

(Pic via: toooooooooy:R (4897/4) (via Foxtongue))

It’s what one wonders about me with whom I wonder about...

Wed, 27 Oct 2010 08:51:58 -0500

It’s what one wonders about me with whom I wonder about one.

(Pic via: spaceships: Another of Sophie Blackall’s illustrations of Craigslist Missed Connections ads.)

‹ chaosfilter — prettyworld — mrsamberapple ›

Sun, 17 Oct 2010 10:17:19 -0500

‹ chaosfilter — prettyworld — mrsamberapple ›

"Unicorns aren’t real and have never been real in a physical sense. But when I say ‘unicorn’ everyone..."

Sun, 08 Aug 2010 21:40:51 -0500

“Unicorns aren’t real and have never been real in a physical sense. But when I say ‘unicorn’ everyone knows what I’m talking about. This is how they’re real: we all think about them more or less the same way. And they continue to ‘exist’ in this sense because the idea of a unicorn is totally awesome, and pleasant to think about (and doodle, and tattoo), so even though there’s no rational reason for us to continue using the brainspace dedicated to knowing what unicorns are, we still keep it lodged up in there. It’s nonsense, but it helps us communicate with other people. Politics is like a unicorn because it’s a collection of unreal things that we all agree to recognize, mostly because doing so beats not doing so.”

- This is how I feel about tomorrow… unicorns, politics, and birthdays.

Politics is a unicorn #1: Introduction

Mike Barthel is one of the brightest thinkers I know of on the internet (and a really, really fine writer), and for the rest of the week he’s going to be “explor[ing] the ways politics isn’t rational or real—and why that’s OK—for the public, the government, and the media”.

So get excited!

(via langer)

(via unicornology)

“He could not stop the thing in his mind that went on...

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 22:34:36 -0500

“He could not stop the thing in his mind that went on throwing words at him; it was like trying to plug a fire hydrant with his bare hands. Stinging jets, part words, part pictures, kept shooting at his brain.”

- Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand

(Pic via: dancingsagittarius: thingssheloves)

(Pic via: devincastro: Life’s A Garden, Dig It by Dave Koehler)

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 22:27:01 -0500

(Pic via: devincastro: Life’s A Garden, Dig It by Dave Koehler)

“She faced with astonished indignation the ugly fact of...

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 21:57:29 -0500

“She faced with astonished indignation the ugly fact of feeling pain, and refused to let it matter. Suffering was a senseless accident, it was not part of life as she saw it. She would not allow pain to become important. She had no name for the kind of resistance she offered, for the emotion from which the resistance came; but the words that stood as its equivalent in her mind were: It does not count in the moments when there was nothing left within her but screaming and she wished she could lose the faculty of consciousness so that it would not tell her that what could not be true was true.”

— Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand

(Pic via: thisismyatelier: ismay☮)

Someone please temporarily squash me. I won’t complain, I...

Wed, 30 Jun 2010 21:57:53 -0500

Someone please temporarily squash me. I won’t complain, I promise.

(pic via unicornology)