Sunday, May 5, 2013
elizabethtown:

reblogging again because of the explanation.
via the-absolute-best-posts:boredofnoooooodles:
“A bus stop with swings! Except the truth is even better. This is in Montreal and every summer they put up a series of musical swings. If you look in the background you can see more people swinging away.
Each swing is a set of four and has its own unique sound, but if you are in perfect harmony with the other 3 seats then an actual song is played. The theory is that you communicate and interact with people more if it’s for a specific goal and if you’re having fun.”

elizabethtown:

reblogging again because of the explanation.

via the-absolute-best-posts:boredofnoooooodles:

“A bus stop with swings! Except the truth is even better. This is in Montreal and every summer they put up a series of musical swings. If you look in the background you can see more people swinging away.

Each swing is a set of four and has its own unique sound, but if you are in perfect harmony with the other 3 seats then an actual song is played. The theory is that you communicate and interact with people more if it’s for a specific goal and if you’re having fun.”

(Source: difference-is-happy)

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

apoetreflects:

“The momentum of the mind is all toward abstraction.”

—Wallace Stevens, section 1 “From Miscellaneous Notebooks,” in Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose (Alfred A. Knopf, 1957)

apoetreflects:

I don’t want to lose you,
but in the movement of my everyday,
I do.

—Mark Brazaitis, opening lines to “The Other Language,” from The Other Language (ABZ Poetry Press, 2009)

Sunday, April 28, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
brightlightsloudnoises:

“heavy” by brightlightsloudnoises

brightlightsloudnoises:

“heavy” by brightlightsloudnoises

motheroftheworld:

hang in there.

motheroftheworld:

hang in there.

(Source: fuckiminmy20s)

apoetreflects:

“At life’s most significant moments, we are always alone.” 

—Paulo Coelho

everyone leaves

brightlightsloudnoises:

i’m still here
with my coffee
in the morning
and
my apartment door works on
its hinges,
it opens and closes,
letting people
in and out

and you’re out,
way out,

probably moving away from
me at this instant,

heading due
west

in your lousy
car

seafarers:

Baikal Lake Ice by Daniel Korzhonov

motheroftheworld:

minigeist:

untilmyheartstopsscreaming:

mishaswhore:

Do you ever fear rejection so much, that you reject yourself for others before they can reject you?

image

ALL THE FREAKING TIME

that’s actually a personal policy of mine

wahahahahahahahahaha yes