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Drove to Idaho and hiked a few miles to marinate in the most beautiful natural hot springs I’ve ever laid eyes on. The amount of time I plan to spend here…Oooh man
Frozen Flowers in Ice Resemble Exquisite Watercolor Paintings by Kenji Shibata
Kenji Shibata is a famous Japanese photographer who creates powerful and captivating images, such as his latest photo series “Locked In Ether” which we have featured below. His visual experiments deal with freezing time and motion of an object which is representative of life - the flower. Under the literal context of using ice to paralyze the flourishing and wilting bouquets of bright flowers, the stunning images results in what closely resembles delicate watercolor still-lifes. The visuals are rich in poetic meaning and the technique is both unique and fascinating to behold for the eyes.
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My cousin took this badass photo for me 🔥🔥
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
Standoff in Belfast: Irishman throws projectile at British controlled RUC officers
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she is going on a big adventure
Baby in my van.
well how am i supposed to leave the house now
You aren’t