The Girl from the Long Road

"It glows in fullness till the tide is high and the light almost, but not quite, unbearable, as the..."

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:27:10 +0300

“It glows in fullness till the tide is high and the light almost, but not quite, unbearable, as the moon plucks at our world and all the waters of the earth ache towards it, and the light, running in fast now, reaches the edges of the shore, just so far in its order, and all the muddy margin of the bay is alive, and in a line of running fire all the outline of the vast continent appears, in touch now with its other life.”

- David Malouf, from Remembering Babylon (via the-final-sentence)

The Clairvoyance Collective: To say that it came out of the blue wouldn’t be an absolute lie. It...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 14:02:13 +0300

The Clairvoyance Collective: To say that it came out of the blue wouldn’t be an absolute lie. It...:

theclairvoyancecollective:

To say that it came out of the blue wouldn’t be an absolute lie. It seemed unexpected, inexplicable, and unprecedented. But it wasn’t so much as a sudden hit, as it was a gradually phased-in bitch slap to the face. In general, these situations happen when there’s another party involved;…

The Clairvoyance Collective: Dead Space

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:30:06 +0300

The Clairvoyance Collective: Dead Space:

theclairvoyancecollective:

The cat trots around the room coquettishly, her furry tail projected vertically out of her ass and propelled assertively into the air like an antenna, insistently swatting invisible flies.

I’m slouching on the couch, my legs stretched on the opposing table.
As our paths cross, her tail…

Street Art France (by Mademoiselle Maurice)

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:39:45 +0300

Street Art France (by Mademoiselle Maurice)

"Rise, rise up through this and as you stand above it, smile and be breathless."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:54:47 +0300

“Rise, rise up through this
and as you stand above it,
smile and be breathless.”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

Oh, Nick Miller…

Tue, 07 May 2013 13:25:16 +0300

Oh, Nick Miller…

Step 283: Class privilege is real, and you need to be aware of it.

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 10:31:03 +0300

Step 283: Class privilege is real, and you need to be aware of it.:

adulting:

I highly recommend reading classragespeak ‘s essay, “Nine Things I Wish Economically Privileged People in My Life Knew” in its entirety. Class is such a powerful, defining characteristic in people’s lives, and you need to be thoughtful and considerate about it.

classragespeaks:

I need and deserve as much space to talk about my experiences as you do to talk about yours. Talking about money- especially money one doesn’t have- is considered crass and impolite, but I can’t be fully myself without bringing that up. I know it makes people uncomfortable sometimes, but honestly, that’s not a good enough reason to expect me to keep quiet. As much as anyone else does, I deserve the right to talk openly about my background, my challenges, the reasons behind decisions I make- the realities of my life.

Being poor has substantial, everyday, direct effects on my life, and if you spend time with me, you will have to deal with those effects.Nearly everything I do, every decision I make, is in some way affected by my financial status. If you’re close to me, you will watch me struggle with money and financial decisions on a daily basis. If you want to do something with me, it has to be something I can afford. If you give me advice or recommendations, you will have to take into account my budget, or else your attempt at help will just sound laughably insensitive. There’s no way around it.

(note: these are actually things three and four; tumblr won’t play ball with my attempts to correctly number them.)

rlydum: fucking christ

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 09:52:18 +0300

rlydum:

fucking christ

Cairobserver: Event: Learning from Cairo, April 12-14

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 17:02:16 +0300

Cairobserver: Event: Learning from Cairo, April 12-14:

cairobserver:

Learning from Cairo seeks to engage the current political and urban transformation unfolding in Cairo as a critical context for examining relevant international case studies and best practices in areas ranging from housing, transportation, public space, and local governance to informality….

The Clairvoyance Collective: Make Me A Bird

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 12:17:43 +0200

The Clairvoyance Collective: Make Me A Bird:

theclairvoyancecollective:

Here’s what I know about life.

I don’t know.

“And that’s all I have to say about that.”

I know, for example, that if I were to ever get a tattoo, I would get “make me a bird” written somewhere around my ribs.

Make me a bird

It’s from my favorite film of all time: Forrest Gump.

…

The Clairvoyance Collective: That noon I Remembered I Forgot about You

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 09:29:40 +0200

The Clairvoyance Collective: That noon I Remembered I Forgot about You:

theclairvoyancecollective:

“But you tickled me in my dream last night. From under a cover. There were people around. It is impossible for you to be seen acting human with me again. Now, you are plain ashamed of the “you” I used to know. It doesn’t go with the new social status and the self adoration.

Were they seconds?…

The Clairvoyance Collective: Ordinary Love Story II

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 19:46:51 +0200

The Clairvoyance Collective: Ordinary Love Story II:

theclairvoyancecollective:

You’re strolling aimlessly down the “tools & misc.” aisle at the hypermarket.You’re still loyally holding her silky hand, The Girl You Used To Know.

Your soles squeak against the freshly varnished floor. The air smells of glue and anti-rust products.

She squeezes your hand, your sign to halt….

Photo

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 19:21:49 +0200

The Clairvoyance Collective: Hanging by Balloons

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 15:05:29 +0200

The Clairvoyance Collective: Hanging by Balloons:

theclairvoyancecollective:

Ahuh.

It’s as if I was born tied to millions of colorful helium balloons raising me up, flying aimlessly wherever the wind takes me.

Like Mrs. Twit*.

Mrs. Twit was pulled up high by hundreds of balloons. She kept flying upwards and away from earth, till she found a way to come back down….

The Clairvoyance Collective: When no words come…

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 15:04:43 +0200

The Clairvoyance Collective: When no words come…:

theclairvoyancecollective:

When nothing should be said, and only you so achingly feel the weight of that. More so the need for it.

When your heartbeat becomes your closest confession.

When lucid thought demands lucid expression, but you’re not awake. So thought accommodates. And accommodates.

When syllables lose their…

The beautiful and talented and perfect Hugh Jackman iDie

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 10:23:39 +0200

The beautiful and talented ~~and perfect~~ Hugh Jackman

iDie

capsicleized: sabrinagrimm: slothturtle: teachingliteracy: a...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 10:17:56 +0200

capsicleized:

sabrinagrimm:

slothturtle:

teachingliteracy:

alethiosaur:

Inspired by Worthington Libraries: Blind Date with a Book!

We started with ~40 books. Two hours later, all but four had found homes with library patrons (sorry, Flush, Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Persepolis, and The ThingsThey Carried, they don’t know what they’re missing).

Now, to send forth a new fleet of exciting books into student arms. Whew!

THAT IS AWESOME I WANNA DO IT

#i see you golden compass

IS THAT THE ALCHEMYST NEXT TO IT?!

Blind date with a book <3

lobnatm: #Arabian #Tanoura #Egypt

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 10:04:51 +0200

lobnatm:

#Arabian #Tanoura #Egypt

The Clairvoyance Collective: The Apartment on The Ground Floor

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 17:17:07 +0200

The Clairvoyance Collective: The Apartment on The Ground Floor:

theclairvoyancecollective:

Grandpa sat at his old piano every Friday at ten o’clock in the morning, benched over the keys as if to protect them. His fingers touched the ivory gently, a caress, to play the most beautiful of notes mesmerizing anyone who would pass by his apartment on the ground floor. The hot May sun…

ladylikelady: Nancy Gates- c.1943

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 09:50:54 +0200

ladylikelady:

Nancy Gates- c.1943