Peenut Butter |
and other things stuck in my head... |
Dom, Robert, Eames, Arthur, Mallorie, and Saito. No way that was on purpose…
The cricket chirps.
Or crickets? Releasing me.
The world and I sleep.
What is poetry?
It is something that does not
need to be defined.
Food Art of the Day: As part of her food art project “From Scratch,” Somerville-based artist Judith G. Klausner carved these beautiful classic-style cameos using Oreo cookies in lieu of gemstones.
[neatorama.]
The winds whispers scream vibrations
as the silent trees mourn in the night.
Blood stained leaves fly in the air
after hate has taken its course.
One by one the bodies turn to dust
fathers, sons, brothers are lost
in the winds of war and hatred.
Hidden behind veils of despair
the…
Playing With Food of the Day: Brock Davis says: “I couldn’t build a tree house for my son, so I built him a broccoli house instead.”
[brockdavis.]
(via joyfuls)
If I don’t know the lyrics by the time I go to bed, I’ll be a...
I’m not one to lose my ground, or deny myself.
You’re so busy being you, that you can’t see
...
You’re so busy being you
That you can’t see
Just how rare and lovely you are
When you’re next to me
And, I would do this all again…
When Animals Allegedly Attack of the Day: A sticky-footed seagull (ostensibly) makes off with a gentleman’s GoPro camera in Cannes.
[mefi.]