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Hundreds of plastic bottles — partially filled with colored water — have a new life as the cover of a parking canopy.
Designer Garth Britzman, of Lincoln, Nebraska, suspended the bottles at slightly different heights so the bottoms form an undulating curve.
Wow.
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When the floor drops out, as it has now,
you cannot hear the squirrel on the wire
outside your window, the wheels spinning
on the road below. You want only pity
and are presented with the unbelievable
effrontery of a world that moves on.
But wait: this is not the person you are.
You’re the kind of person who
sits in dark theaters crying at the collarbones
that curve across the dancers’ chests,
at the proof of a perfection they represent;
a person who goes out walking in a four-day drizzle,
sees a pot of geraniums and is seized, overcome
by how they can bring so much (what else
can you call it?) joy. You love the world,
are sure, at least, that you have. But be truthful:
you only love freely things that have nothing
to do with you. You’re like a matchstick house:
intricately constructed but flimsy and hollow inside.
You’re a house in love with the trees beside you -
able to look at them all day, aware of how faithful they are -
but unable to forgive that they’d lie down
leaving you exposed and alone in a large enough storm.
you cannot hear the squirrel on the wire
outside your window, the wheels spinning
on the road below. You want only pity
and are presented with the unbelievable
effrontery of a world that moves on.
But wait: this is not the person you are.
You’re the kind of person who
sits in dark theaters crying at the collarbones
that curve across the dancers’ chests,
at the proof of a perfection they represent;
a person who goes out walking in a four-day drizzle,
sees a pot of geraniums and is seized, overcome
by how they can bring so much (what else
can you call it?) joy. You love the world,
are sure, at least, that you have. But be truthful:
you only love freely things that have nothing
to do with you. You’re like a matchstick house:
intricately constructed but flimsy and hollow inside.
You’re a house in love with the trees beside you -
able to look at them all day, aware of how faithful they are -
but unable to forgive that they’d lie down
leaving you exposed and alone in a large enough storm.
— “Another Poem About The Heart,” Jenn Habel (via clavicola)
Posted May 13, 2012 at 2:45pm in transcendence buddhism buddha ohm meditation spiritual enlightened meditate art beautiful
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why
am I awake?!!? I usually can’t stay up this late when I’m trying my darndest.
I’m sitting here telling myself how tomorrow is going to be a DOSOMETHING day, as in:
____ study for micro, clean/rearrange my room, bike ride, write, and begin a painting…
and then I’m also knowing I’m going to sleep in until noon, watch Bill Maher have three cups of coffee paint my nails sit in my sweats wish I would’ve done more, and then get drunk.
well, that’s what Saturdays are for though, right?
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my babyif my future children get glasses, i know where i’m going. so cute!
(Source: michele-loves)
Posted April 21, 2012 at 12:43pm in kids painting art gorgeous vibrant adorable original graffiti city
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someday in giant mansion/cabana in Fiji, I will have a beautiful fierce Raja whom I will have trained to eat vegetarian, and she will be my buddy. the end
(Source: anonymoushy, via gaksdesigns)
Posted April 21, 2012 at 10:23am in tiger animals beautiful photography black and white nature fierce pussycat
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