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tylerknott: Typewriter Series #396 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Thu, 23 May 2013 03:01:09 -0400

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #396 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott: Banishmentto bedwith meand enjoyour...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:57:45 -0400

tylerknott:

Banishment
to bed
with me
and
enjoy
our simplicity

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #417 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:37:29 -0400

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #417 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #419 by Tyler Knott Gregson Text...

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:23:25 -0400

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #419 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

At this exact instant on this exact planet
there are more people than you, or I, or anyone else
would ever care to admit, that are buried beneath
the weight of wasted time.
The shoulds and supposed tos and becauses and jobs
and money and requirements and responsibilities
add up and pile up and entomb us.
How many miles separate how many people
from the lives they should be leading,
the people they should be loving and the moments
they will never get back?
The justification of this frustration
paints a glossy veneer of happiness over the rust
of the truth hiding below it.
It’s the realization of our encapsulation
that cracks the paint and lets the color fade.
When do we forget the value of what we hold
and when do we forget to care about the burying
we submit ourselves to?
Somewhere a much younger version of ourselves is staring into the future
raising tiny fists, clenched into the air
and screaming a wordless warning that falls on
deaf ears that age has stolen sound from.
We see ourselves and we see the meaning we’ve assigned
to meaningless things;
we see the imagination running off the pages we painted,
watercolors evaporating and leaving behind only blank
canvas, only dry brushes.
Hasn’t the time come to stop this, to put water
to the burning of our futures by the flames of our
past restrictions? Has not the time arrived to
mix the color in the water and dip the brush,
dried an atrophied and lonely from the waiting it too
has endured?
Live life like you love to live and make that life
the one you’ve been waiting for.
At this exact instant you and only you
can rise from the layers of wasted time,
drive your hand through the sediment and
feel the sunlight on your fingers.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 02:17:34 -0400

furples: Miss Is Law

Thu, 23 May 2013 02:11:39 -0400

furples:

Miss Is Law

"Odd how rare it is to meet people who say things that we ourselves could have said. Their attitude..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 01:59:52 -0400

“Odd how rare it is to meet people who say things that we ourselves could have said. Their attitude to life much our own.”

- Virginia Woolf (via eulum, awritersruminations) (via word-digest) (via oh-to-be-a-work-of-art)

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Tue, 21 May 2013 20:07:06 -0400

thedoppelganger: Into The Desert, Dion Agius and Grady...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:57:29 -0400

thedoppelganger:

Into The Desert, Dion Agius and Grady Archbold

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Tue, 21 May 2013 19:16:43 -0400

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Tue, 21 May 2013 19:15:22 -0400

"The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:15:19 -0400

“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

- Ernest Hemingway (via lungs-)

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Tue, 21 May 2013 19:15:02 -0400

angdoktoramo: michiamocristina: An 87 Year Old College...

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:32:07 -0400

angdoktoramo:

michiamocristina:

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

I was touched. Omg.

isletsounds: Andy Denzler (painting of paused VHS clip)

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:16:06 -0400

isletsounds:

Andy Denzler (painting of paused VHS clip)

mydarkenedeyes: Waltz of the Hands (2010)

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:11:56 -0400

mydarkenedeyes:

Waltz of the Hands (2010)

discloser: Ian Cumberland

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:10:29 -0400

discloser:

Ian Cumberland

silentsaeas: I’m Losing Myself - Robin Pecknold ft. Ed Droste...

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:07:49 -0400

silentsaeas:

I’m Losing Myself - Robin Pecknold ft. Ed Droste (Grizzly Bear)

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Tue, 21 May 2013 03:01:02 -0400