alone & quiet martlet

gastrogirl:

breakfast salad.

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indescribably:

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” - 2 Corinthians 12:9a

nevver:

Henry Miller’s Eleven Commandments

expose-the-light:

Photographer Loves Math, Graphs Her Images

Here are some of the pictures the photographer named Nikki Graziano have captured. Graziano, is a math and photography student at Rochester Institute of Technology, she overlays graphs and their corresponding equations onto her carefully composed photos.

    “I wanted to create something that could communicate how awesome math is, to everyone,” she says.

Graziano doesn’t go out looking for a specific function but lets one find her instead. Once she’s got an image she likes, Graziano whips up the numbers and tweaks the function until the graph it describes aligns perfectly with the photograph. See more of her Found Functions series at Nikkigraziano.com.

During November 1970, forty people were photographed at the instant exactly after the photographer said, “You have a beautiful face.” By Douglas Heubler.

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initialslf:

Alessandro Mendini, from Casa per Giulietta. 

And so she stood, releasing glimpses of her innermost parts to strangers.
Acts of openness always catch me off guard: I am touched by how trusting someone can be, how easily she passes around pieces of her emotions and her past; or maybe I am stunned by how someone seems to insist that everyone holds her secrets.
But my problem is that I am never quite sure if the situation calls for my own openness. Because I unwrap parts of myself too, sometimes too easily and sometimes too much. And some of these are parts I don’t know what to do with. Hiding them seems futile, for my mind can’t hold much. But I don’t think I’d want to hold everything in, even if I could—for these are the parts of me I am learning to be honest about. These are the parts of who I have been and who I am; in some way or another, they will always be a part of me.
So forgive me for not holding out handfuls of my insides. But know that if you see them, it’s because I’m trying to move forward even under the weight. I’m trying to live.

why ‘productivity’ doesn’t matter tonight:

• I got to see a really amazing spoken word poet perform and honestly experienced chills
• I got to listen to a really brilliant upper year student essentially lecture about the War of the Roses and she was just so engaging and so much fun to watch and listen to, and knew all her dates and names—it was probably one of the most fulfilling experiences I have had at this school
• I got to talk to another upper year student about her experiences in China and that was just neat, to exchange experiences and stories

I am going to get more work done, but I’m not going to feel guilty for taking time to take care of myself and to appreciate the people around me.
(Also, I just really like lists, hey.)