Whistling for Moonbeams

I thought it was a scarf. Turns out it isn't.

*All snippets and photos are from the article written by Christopher Jobson,   Creator and curator of Colossal , an art and design blog. Go...

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Awake by the wee hours. Crisped some corned beef. Toyed with the rice on my plate. Posted on instagram . Put Bon Iver on the player. Tweete...

The kind of lazy that won't get out of bed. The kind of lazy that won't lift a finger. The kind of lazy that lets the dust settle...

un-finish the to-dos so you can grab a wink before the day is done because another one waits in the outskirts of your week but take care not...

87 years ago, The Great Gatsby was published. . "With every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave...

In spite of myself, I found my fingers leafing through my CDs and going for my copy of The Madz's "Acclamation", that well-l...

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A couple of weeks ago, my dad posted this on his Facebook: The Son Also Rises (With apologies to Hemingway) After waking up in the m...

The strength of my father tears down walls. It builds bridges. It resurrects dead faiths, rekindles dying fires. The strength of my father s...

Cheeks as red as tomatoes. Sunburn after an hour outdoors. Ants marching in organized multitudes toward unattended food. Then a cold comes a...

"For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit." -C.S. Lewis, Til We Have Faces: A Myth Retold

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"I think you can tell, when you meet someone, whether they read novels. There's some hollowness if they don't." - Philip ...

"So cry all you want. I won't tell anybody." -David Foster Wallace, Oblivion

But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think...The truth is you've already heard this. That this is what i...

1. And my breath catches at the discovery that you still haunt these roads, and those. 2. But I curb the vagaries of thought and feeling; t...

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Kung kasadlakan man ng pula't pag-ayop  tubo ko'y dakila sa puhunang pagod;  kung binabasa mo'y isa mang himutok  ay...

"It struck her... that here was spring, and the whole year to be lived through, once more." -Edna St. Vincent Millay My curre...

The small things are often the most neglected.  But catching them could just turn out to be the best moments of our day. ...

"How silently the heart pivots on its hinge." - Jane Hirshfield Twilight, along the highway-- The drone of cars speeding past...

‎ "Set your life on fire.  Seek those who  fan your flames." - Rumi

Funny habits of famous authors Truman Capote and 15 Writers' Bedrooms via Apartmenttherapy.com Sylvia Plath's bedroom fo...

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March 17, 2012 2:01 a.m.  Training room Desultory thoughts Your penmanship has changed 6 times on this page. You are a fickle-minded perso...

Tonight, an August night, feeling the apples yellow as young moons on the tree behind the house, I think of my winter— - "The Corpse-...

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2012 Ms. Gray's "Covered" is definitely a whole crew of well-diffused sound waves. The perfect soundtrack for a 5:00-in-...

"The season rubs me wrong/ the summer swells anon..."

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on random things and loneliness The dust keeps settling too nicely on the floor. And now I need to wipe them off my books. I ask myself h...

"Life is a sum of all your choices. So, what are you doing today?" - Albert Camus "Sometimes, from sorrow, for no reason, ...

It never ends.

Ah, daylight. Early morning, to be a bit more specific. Exact time, not important. The mildness that brushes everything is what matters: th...

"We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it." -Raine...

Conversations with my daughter are almost always sprinkled with her exclaiming (with those animated, beautiful eyes of hers), "Mommy I ...

What I'm reading now: John Fowles , A Maggot, 1985 his last work of fiction

To lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, "What is it? - T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" ...

Jack Kerouac's "30 Cool Tips" Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy Submissive to everythin...

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I found this wonderful little link  over at writer Maria Popova 's twitter. Designer Christian Jackson created a series of minimalist ...

A Panorama of ‘Middlemarch’

You fill my heart with joy. You're the best companion to anywhere and anything. Don't you ever go away.

Every time we say goodbye, I die a little Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little Why the Gods above me, who must be in the k...

And would it have been worth it, after all,  After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,  Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,  W...

lackluster, empty, as brittle as your will, dust in my hands. I dust off my hands.