if i look back, i am lost
Claire Keane
Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
One Nice Bug Per Day
Game of Thrones Daily
Acquired Stardust
AnasAbdin
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle
No title available
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
tumblr dot com
Jules of Nature
NASA
No title available
sheepfilms
styofa doing anything
Stranger Things
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from Belgium
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Morocco
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Sudan
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Ireland
seen from United States
seen from South Africa
seen from United States
seen from Italy
@vasta
Ten years is enough.
I started this blog on Tumblr just over ten years ago, in April 2007, and it has been a fun ride. Today's the last day I'll be posting here, and the last day I'll be checking my Tumblr dashboard. I'll maintain the domain (squandrous.com) until it expires in a few months, and then will not be renewing it.
Thanks to everyone who made the past ten years enlightening, interesting, and fun. See you elsewhere online.
Reveal yourself to yourself. Do not take refuge in a mirage. Do not take refuge–hell–even in your wildest, most private truth. To keep your dignity, you will first have to re-create it. Internalize it, vitalize it, tremble before it, sleep with it. You do not need to share it just yet. You merely need to feel it severely.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via)
(via)
Masterful.
I have no clue where I found this (it was sitting in my camera roll) or who wrote it, but it’s what I needed, today.
To be alone, after all, is to admit to that rare quality: a contentment with one’s self.
Is becoming a hermit the ultimate feminist statement?
Clocks are built: clocks have a purpose, and when they break, they can be repaired. A life is not so simple, and neither is a town. Every story hides three more, and each of those stories cover over a dozen others. Stories may be like clocks, but lives are like time: they vary depending on how you look at them, and can be measured in any number of wildly different ways, each uniquely true and utterly irreconcilable. A clock takes the vast infinity of time and makes it into a simple continuum of numbers. Like a clock, a story is a machine for excluding everything that isn’t part of it.
Airbrushing Shittown
For all its magnificent intricacy and beauty, the show he produced is a work of creative non-fiction, not public-interest journalism. The difference matters.
Airbrushing Shittown
Many Canadians occupying elite positions in the media or politics actually spend a fair amount of time defending the status quo or arguing for things to get even more regressive.
Canada is not a great democracy, but do we care?
It’s because of you when I’m in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via)
Kiss, read, music, write, breathe. Basically, a description of my every day. (via)
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
So very glad April is over. Here's to a much better May.
The full rotation of the Moon as seen by NASA’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter.
Beautiful. (via)
A rumination on the death of Prince, the birth of our cat, and how this confluence of events seems cosmically right.
I don't have memories of such bonding experiences taking place over a flat white at a Manhattan coffee shop or a $5 cup of nitro iced coffee at a Brooklyn cafe. High-end coffee doesn't usually lend itself to such moments. Instead, it's something to be fussed over and praised; you talk more about its origin and its roaster, its flavor notes and its brewing method than you talk to the person you're enjoying it with. Bad coffee is the stuff you make a full pot of on the weekends just in case some friends stop by. It's what you sip when you're alone at the mechanic's shop getting your oil change, thinking about where your life has taken you; what you nurse as you wait for a loved one to get through a tough surgery. It's the Sanka you share with an elderly great aunt while listening to her tell stories you've heard a thousand times before. Bad coffee is there for you. It is bottomless. It is perfect.
The Case for Bad Coffee, Keith Pandolfi
Uh holy shit
Thinking about this a lot recently. (via)
Full text of remarks delivered by Sameer Vasta at the Corporate Service Committee meeting at the London City Council Chambers on April 23, 2016.
