We'll all feel better by Wednesday
itfeelsunreal: Your hair may be brushed, but your mind’s untidy / You’ve had about seven hours’ sleep since Friday / No wonder you feel that lost sensation / You’re sunk from a riot of relaxation. Ogden Nash
Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear...– Emily Brontë, from “The night is darkening round me” (via the-final-sentence)
Northern lights over Norwegian Lapland - video →
what a beautiful world we live in….
To me, the term ‘hipster’ is benign. Is it a way of dressing? Is it a lifestyle?...– Carrie Brownstein; “Portlandia” co-creator, Wild Flag & Sleater-Kinney guitarist More of our interview. (via billboard)
NPR Social Media Desk Internship
npr: The deadline for applications to the summer internship on the NPR Social Media Desk is February 15. If you’re interested in applying for this, or any other internship at NPR, check out the “Internships” page on NPR.org. —Wright
The sky gave me my name when I wasn’t looking and when I was it kissed me.– Philip Dacey, from “Sky” (via the-final-sentence)
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the...– Robert Frost, from “Reluctance” (adapted from soulsublime)
All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.– Federico Fellini (1920-1993, Italy) [Fr] (via artchipel)
Break in the Rain
Sat in the car with my daughter, waiting for the downpour to ease. She snapped a few pictures of raindrops and then softly spoke. She shared how a mom she knows underestimates what her son (age 4) can do. As the rain continued to pour, she expressed how much she herself hated high school (feeling of inadequacy, the sense of constant judgement). I shared with her that from birth a child is...
[But I know there are rules that cannot be broken. Perhaps a name was changed....– In November by Lisel Mueller (via the-final-sentence)
“A love of goodness that we sometimes show under the most difficult stresses, of the heroism of doing the right thing even when no one can see us doing it, being honest when there is nothing to gain by it, of loving those whom others might find unlovable. It is all this, and our capacity to write about it—to celebrate it in song—that makes us human.” — “The World in Six Songs: How the Musical...
The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be...– Philip Larkin, from “The Mower” (via the-final-sentence)