21. Manila, Philippines.
Friends. Books. Novels. Music. Cats. The Big Bang Theory. Snow Patrol. Movies. Poems. The Beatles. T.H. White. J.R.R. Tolkien. Dave Eggers. Orange. That 70's Show. My course. Stars (the band). Stars (the ones in the sky). Laughing. Talking. Late nights. Writing. Bouncing. If you're reading this you're bored. Family Guy. Quietdrive. Pulp Fiction. Ridley Scott. Death Proof. A Rocket to the Moon. Johnny Depp. Super heroes. Humor. Color. Raptor. Rhyming. George R.R. Martin. Smiling. Quentin Tarantino. Short Stories. Margaret Atwood. Bram Stoker. Tim Burton. Elizabeth Bathory. Left for Dead. You're really bored. Wavy hair. Jostein Gaarder. Pens. George Orwell. Mookie Katigbak. Google. Ranting. Eraserheads. Keeping silent. Close-reading. F. Sionil Jose. Critiques. Papers. Procrastinating. Dreaming. This is too long. But still not enough. You're still bored.
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Lit Major, Ateneo de Manila University
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt, 1953
Only when loosening clothes, you lean
Out of your window sleepily,
And with luxurious, lidded mien
Sniff at the bitter dark—dear she,
Think somewhat gently of, between
Love ended and beginning, me.
—Stanley Kunitz, from “Promise Me” in The Collected Poems (W. W. Norton & Co., 2000)
— Hafiz (via apoetreflects)
Love is forever up
too high in the branches to reach
and too disorganized to fit together
once you get down to it, like Aesop
mixing it up with his own fables.
—Landis Everson, closing lines to “Hollyhocks” in Everything Preserved: Poems 1955-2005 (Graywolf Press, 2006)
Lindsey Wixson in “Once Upon A Time…” directed by Karl Lagerfeld
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Nickolas Muray, 1952
Posted this before, but reblogging again because SWAG
Artist Peter Cook, grew this living garden chair using tree shaping methods, primarily training a living tree through constricting the direction of branch growth. The chair took about eight years to grow
This dude spent eight years growing a chair
Brb, growing a chair.