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Black, by Pearl Jam (Cover by John van Heiningen and Bas Moerland)
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin Round my head I'm spinning Oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away ... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky But why Why Why can't it be Why can't it be mine?
Bloom
Spring brings the rains, life-giving waters drenching what was dead soil with its moisture, even quenching tightly packed dust which has lain unmoved for months.
This is the season for rebirth, and shy flowers poke their buds upwards, cautiously, to greet the sun; army wives rediscovering their husbands' touch.
The spring breeze blows dried leaves away, dead things making way for fresh blossoms, each bud filled to the brim with endless possibility.
Taking Flight Have you reached escape velocity, and broken free from the pull of my gravity? You’ve been gazing at the stars, entranced by the beauty of distant things.
I want to say, that stars are but the remnants of objects long dead, their light lingering across the universe, and that you can’t reach across the expanse of time to contain a dying star. But I say nothing because memory is a cruel master, against whom logic is helpless to protest.
Anamnesis
My son, last night you came to me in a dream, and now you have a face. My nose, with your mother's smile, hair with a mind of its own, eyes little arches of happiness as you clung to my leg beseeching me not to go.
I’ll be back soon, nugget. Don't worry, I’ll come back.
The incalculable joy I felt kneeling down, your little arms wrapping around my neck. I gave you a tight squeeze and let go, ruffling your hair with a smile. I turned to leave
my son.
As I closed the door I woke to the sound of driving rain, to an empty bed, and mirthless darkness broken only by the streetlights below. I blinked a few times, trying to will you back, but to no avail.
My son, I didn't have the courage to see your face as they took you away. I wasn't brave enough to give you a name, and make you real. Instead, I tried as hard as I could to forget, shoveling limp justifications to bury you, about how there wasn’t enough space and how we weren't ready, how you were in a better place; all so I wouldn't have to face losing you.
My son, last night you came to me, and now you have a face I can never unsee.
Don't worry, I’ll come back soon.
Flowers for life, flowers for death Flowers for life, to be discarded and forgotten, flowers for death, to be emblazoned forever.
Death has a way of lionizing a man, making his deeds all the more herculean, his words more profound, his stature ever greater, his face forever youthful,
while I, Ephialtes, shall live on, a loathsome thing, remembered only when you see fit to curse my name and recount my misdeeds, to speak of the ruin I have wrought, my life reduced to the sum of my failures.
Distance, too, has a way of tricking the senses, features obscured, flaws unapparent. Words carry in the empty air, punctuated by long pauses, your mind filling in the blanks with whatever it desires, while I have no such recourse, my struggles mundane, my words plain and common, my imperfections exposed under the microscope.
When I die, see to it there are no flowers for me, no shrines carved in stone, no tributes etched on skin. Let me be forgotten, as I was in life, a nondescript valley between the mountainous shadows of other men, lost among their artful words and handsome features and other uncommon things, dandelions trampled underfoot with nary a single thought.
Omoshiroi Block
Produced by Japanese company Triad, whose main line of business is producing architectural models, the Omoshiroi Blocks feature various notable architectural sites in Japan like Kyoto’s Kiyomizudera Temple, Tokyo’s Asakusa Temple and Tokyo Tower. The blocks are composed of over 100 sheets of paper and each sheet is different from the next in the same way that individual moments stack up together to form a memory.
Ocean Drive, by Duke Dumont Don't say a word while we danced with the devil You brought the fire to a world so cold We're out of time on the highway to never Hold on, hold on
Hurricane, by MS MR
The storm never came Or it never was Didn't know getting lost in the blue It meant I wound up losing you
Maginot
Don’t let me be the only one holding the line, signals crossed waiting wondering wishing eventually resurrecting long forgotten gods to pray to
as I sit here in my bunker, helpless, the sounds of discord and disharmony and betrayal buzzing about like so many flies around a fetid pool
Don’t keep me from the field, unable to fight emerging only when the war has already been lost.
Today the Department of Phenomenal Papercraft is oohing and aahing over the work of Japanese artist Naoki Onogawa. Inspired by the ancient legend of 1000 Origami cranes and the story of Sadako Sasaki, Onogawa creates exquisite bonsai trees with miniature origami cranes for leaves.
“Since ancient times, Japanese people have been mindful of natural phenomenon. While confronting our fears of the natural world, we worship and co-exist in harmony with nature. As one symbol of nature, trees possess a life force which lies in all natural things,” Naoki writes on her blog. “I’ve tried to endow my artworks with this energy. Through looking at my works, I hope you can feel this life force too.”
Follow Naoki Onogawa on Instagram to keep up with her latest work.
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oh jesus, this hits me square in the venn diagram of paper folding feels and tiny things feels. @copperbadge has anyone made sure you see this, yet?
Aw, beautiful!
Non Believer by London Grammar
Maybe what we are and what we need They're different things
Help Support Families in Need!
Hi everyone!
I’m pleased to announce that this year, I’ll be participating in Extra Life’s annual Game Day for the second year in a row. All proceeds go to the Children’s Miracle Network, which helps families with medical needs, regardless of their ability to pay. Having been to the hospital a time or two in my own life, this cause is very near and dear to my heart. For more information, and to help support this great cause, click here!
This year, in addition to playing various video games and tabletop games, I’m going to be teaching Magic to some of my teammates. Any advice on how I should approach this?
this changes everything oh my god
do you understand why it trips me out that people can drive 45 minutes and be in aNOTHER COUNTRY? I drive for 45 minutes and im like
a city over
I live in “Italy” and took a day trip to go to “Austria” and “Germany”
#it is literally impossible to leave texas #you will be in texas #FOREVER
Chums, that’s sweet, and all, but Australia just ate Texas for breakfast.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you aren’t a city over, you’re just 45 minutes away from the city.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you may not even leave the cattle station.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Canada you may not even leave your driveway.
If I drive 45 minutes in the us I’m just at another mcdonalds
If I drive for 45 minutes in Northern Ireland I’m 10 minutes into the sea.
I can’t drive.
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The Evolution of the Foot Soldier
*British
The little known pre-Hastings layout.
I find it amazing how much more the modern soldier carries.
Note: I do not claim to be a shape expert, but it is 100% fact that BB-8 is shaped like a friend.
Hopefully any of you interested in character/prop design will enjoy!
This is some good examples of composition.
Help support a good cause!
Hi everyone,
I’m going to be participating in Extra Life’s 2015 Game Day this year, with all proceeds going to the Children’s Miracle Network to help admit and treat children regardless of income or ability to pay. Having been to the hospital on a few scary occasions, I know how daunting this can be physically, emotionally, and financially. All donations are tax-deductible and all proceeds go to help kids!
If you’d like to help out, please check it out below:
http://www.extra-life.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&participantID=178352
Thank you for your time!
Artist Retells the Entire Story of ‘Mad Max: Fury Road’ With Ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphics
