just another spec of dust floating in the wind.

"Melancholy shouldn’t be confused with depression. Melancholy is an active state. When we’re..."

Tue, 08 May 2012 17:40:48 -0400

“Melancholy shouldn’t be confused with depression. Melancholy is an active state. When we’re melancholic, we feel uneasy with the way things are, the status quo, the conventions of our society. We yearn for a deeper, richer relationship with the world. And in that yearning, we’re forced to explore the potential within ourselves – a potential we might not have explored if we were simply content. We come up with new ways of seeing the world and new ways of being in the world. Melancholy and creativity go together.”

- Alexander Stutterheim (via uglyuglyugly)

much better now.

My best friend and I couldn’t explain the reason behind how we two , happy, always looking towards the sun people could come across this feeling . Well put I must say :-)

what-do-i-wear: Top: Chicwish Braclets: Asos and H &...

Mon, 07 May 2012 21:18:57 -0400

what-do-i-wear:

Top: Chicwish

Braclets: Asos and H & M

Wreath: H & m

Shoes: Zara (image: leblogdemok)

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival) A sweet...

Mon, 07 May 2012 21:17:52 -0400

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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runningtotheparadise: ZEDS DEAD BABY on We Heart It....

Tue, 01 May 2012 17:48:11 -0400

runningtotheparadise:

ZEDS DEAD BABY on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/12399275

runningtotheparadise: London Kitten. on We Heart It....

Tue, 01 May 2012 17:48:05 -0400

runningtotheparadise:

London Kitten. on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/9918244

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fuckyeahtattoos: Third submission attempt- here goes! These are...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 17:30:35 -0400

fuckyeahtattoos:

Third submission attempt- here goes! These are my phases of the moon in white ink. By Mike Tuten in Tallahassee, FL. 11/12/11

This was my first tattoo, and right on my ribcage. They remind me that besides feeling more productive and creative at night, I must keep constant change in my life to stay motivated and happy. Change is the only constant, and it is becoming more and more apparent in my life right now.

theartofanimation: Chalermphol Harnchakkham

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:25:05 -0400

theartofanimation:

Chalermphol Harnchakkham

whatkatiedoes: (via wertzateria : portfolio)

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:22:42 -0400

whatkatiedoes:

(via wertzateria : portfolio)

theblackworkshop: Computational Design and Robotic...

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:20:46 -0400

theblackworkshop:

Computational Design and Robotic Manufacturing

theblackworkshop: ALPHAville ] New Kyoto Town House

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:17:19 -0400

theblackworkshop:

ALPHAville ] New Kyoto Town House

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myedol: “There is a belief by Asian people that small changes...

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:05:45 -0400

myedol:

“There is a belief by Asian people that small changes in an individual’s life can have an impact and have a certain effect to the whole community, which in a psychological term is called a ripple effect”

Ripple Effect Tea Table by Hanna & Seo

A video short demonstration can be seen HERE

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