April12014
kickoffcoverage:

The Greatest QB/WR Combo In NFL History! #SimplyTheBest

kickoffcoverage:

The Greatest QB/WR Combo In NFL History! #SimplyTheBest

6PM

“For in dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.”

For in dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.”

(Source: jennlawrnce, via expecto-catronum)

6PM

true detective + green

(Source: iifweburn, via criticalfilmstudies)

March212014
“You’re allowed to let go of people who give you negative vibes. You’re allowed to choose for yourself. You really are.” Shanti (via travel-as-a-happy-hippie)

(via howitzerliterarysociety)

March72014
March12014
“Acquisition of skill is always the strangest thing. Time on task over and over and nothing—nothing—nothing. Days—Months—Years. Time on and nothing. Then you go to bed, wake up, pick up your gear and BOOM.” (via howitzerliterarysociety)
February272014
“Cultivate as quickly as possible the culture of “I can do that” when looking at the works of the Masters. If you always shake your head no when viewing their work you will never push yourself to top them. So what if we stand on the shoulders of giants? What’s that to me that he excelled, that she triumphed? Learn from them and exceed them. That’s the only definition of progress that matters.” Stimie (via howitzerliterarysociety)
February192014

kateoplis:

Today in Kiev: 18 Dead (In Focus)

That’s his own blood

that he’s wearing

poured from his head

in the dark

was someone else’s

fire

That’s his brand

new helmet

08-22

and shield

and stick

and lucid mask

in the fire

That’s not their camo

uniform

their jacket

their gas mask

those are their flags

their fireworks

they’re persons

they’re people

they’re there

Their there.

(via gaaaaaahgkjhgakjg)

10PM
“الجسم في بلد و الروح في بلد,
يا وحشة الروح بل يا غربة الجسد”

And the body is in one place and the soul is in another

Oh how lonely the soul, or rather how estranged the body.

ابن عبد ربه الأندلسي

Ibn Abd Rabbihi Al Andalusi

(Source: nasserelamine, via howitzerliterarysociety)

10PM
“You were quiet
that night, the next day,
the way after heavy rain
that the earth cannot absorb,
the water lies in pools
in unexpected places for days
until it disappears.” Keith Althaus, closing lines to “Homecoming,” in Ladders of Hours: Poems 1969-2005 (Ausuable Press, 2005)

(Source: apoetreflects)

February172014
apoetreflects:

Painting: Andre Derain, Sorrowful Landscape, 1946

apoetreflects:

Painting: Andre Derain, Sorrowful Landscape, 1946

(Source: mnesaretepeacetreaty)

February82014
humansofnewyork:


"You want to hear what just happened to me? I was in the subway station, and this man came walking by me. He seemed really angry and was talking gibberish and screaming about how he was going to kill anyone who talked to him. So I thought: ‘That guy’s crazy, I’m gonna keep away from him.’ Then two minutes later, another young man walked by and collapsed right in front of me, and started having a seizure. I bent down to help him, and you know what happened? The crazy guy bent down and said: ‘He’s having a seizure! Turn him on his side!’ 
I thought: ‘Wait a second! Weren’t you just crazy?’”

humansofnewyork:

"You want to hear what just happened to me? I was in the subway station, and this man came walking by me. He seemed really angry and was talking gibberish and screaming about how he was going to kill anyone who talked to him. So I thought: ‘That guy’s crazy, I’m gonna keep away from him.’ Then two minutes later, another young man walked by and collapsed right in front of me, and started having a seizure. I bent down to help him, and you know what happened? The crazy guy bent down and said: ‘He’s having a seizure! Turn him on his side!’ 

I thought: ‘Wait a second! Weren’t you just crazy?’”

1PM
February22014
“I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.” Czesław Miłosz, closing lines to “Esse,” from The Collected Poems, 1931-1987 (Ecco Press, 1988)

(Source: avec-des-sentiments, via apoetreflects)

9PM
anamorphosis-and-isolate:

Bright Star (2009)

John Keats: My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

anamorphosis-and-isolate:

Bright Star (2009)

John Keats: My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

(via mirroir)

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