Morning Song

pussy4prezident:

Photo-realistic paintings by Mike Bayne 

are u fuckin kiddin me

cosascool:

Marriage bed by Edwina Sandys 

cosascool:

Marriage bed by Edwina Sandys 

And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.
humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

softwaring:

Sunrise over Towers of Paine
Patagonia, Argentina
Frances Kwok

softwaring:

Sunrise over Towers of Paine

Patagonia, Argentina

Frances Kwok

…I live; I die; the sea comes over me; it’s the blue that lasts.
from Melymbrosia by Virginia Woolf (via shakespearewasaunicorn)
May I stay with you till morning? Only till morning, for the last time, in this same room?
 Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via violentwavesofemotion)
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
Benjamin Franklin (via observando)