Days of ink.



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Anonymous asked: You're like this universal much-ness that's ultimately exquisite and I don't know how one can wrap you around them with only hands although I do. believe hands are something and they could do more than touch, but oh you?who can touch you whole? I know I can't my hands are too small and you're something, something full of full-ness I actually love it very much.


But oh you, who can touch you whole? Damn.


Do you ever catch yourself thinking rude things about someone or judging them and you’re like “hey stop that, that’s not nice don’t u do that”

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here’s your daily reminder that

  • you aren’t worthless
  • you’re worth more than you think you are
  • you mean a lot to someone
  • you’ve done something to make someone laugh or smile
  • you’ve laughed and smiled
  • you’re good enough
  • you deserve to be happy
  • you’re allowed to be sad
  • you’re you and nothing can change that
  • and there’s no one else you need to be

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California succulents. We’re in So Cal for a dear friend’s wedding this weekend! (at Ventura, California)


California succulents. We’re in So Cal for a dear friend’s wedding this weekend! (at Ventura, California)

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[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                        i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


How schools kill creativity

Hedge is a new brand of outdoor accessories with colorful and lively shapes. Launched by Cora Neil, a Los Angeles-based environmental designer, Hedge aims to create exciting and fun ways for the urban dweller to add greenery to his or her home, whether on a patio, balcony, or a tiny corner in the kitchen. Cora has launched a Kickstarter to help get her new company off the ground – help make it happen!

HEDGE began as an element of a public garden space project Neil was developing while a student at the Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, CA. Neil explains, “I was considering the way many people live today, with little to no outdoor space for a personal garden. I think this collection really addresses the need for the urban dweller to get close to nature on a daily basis.”

The planters are made of bent powder-coated steel and the insert is made with a sustainable coconut and latex material commonly used in hydroponics but is unique among home garden products. It provides great drainage for drought-tolerant succulents and cactus, herbs, ferns, and any plant that thrives in a small pot.

Each HEDGE planter is named after a pioneer woman of landscape and garden design: Gertrude Jekyll, Beatrix Farrand, Marian Cruger Coffin, and Florence Bell Robinson defied the male-dominated field and created garden spaces that continue to be celebrated today.

You can support this project on Kickstarter.

Photos by Stella Kalinina.

(Original article can be found on DESIGN MILK.)


Morgan Ruben Jansen op de Haar recently graduated from the Utrecht School of the Arts in Product Design where he created Sanctuaria as his graduate project.

Sanctuaria consists of a series of capsules that contain endangered rainforest flora such as orchids, ferns and mosses that will be able to survive regardless of what happens to their natural habitat. The project features two as of yet unnamed species of orchid obtained from cut trees in Asia, their homeland already destroyed. Within the capsules they find their last refuge.

The capsules are suspended within frames made of wood, stone and metal—materials that have been used by man in almost every era. The plants themselves are grown on durable synthetic materials such as hygrolon and Perspex.

The inspiration for this project comes from Morgan’s lifelong fascination with nature and its complex ecosystems as well as his experience interning with Formafantasma.

The project was made possible with support by a botanist from the Hortus Botanicus Leiden, the Glassworkshop of the Utrecht University and the research institute Fraunhofer COMEDD.

(Original article can be found on DESIGNMILK )



just saw this on facebook, thought I’d share

we gonna get the proper justice for you. rip angel

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This level of conflict of interest is massively unsurprising.

This is horrifying. The worst of Chicago politics migrated south to St. Louis.

Extremely. While we think of Chicago and New York as the most corrupt, we tend to forget our own local politics. This problem is wide spread in every city/county/state. 

There is no way to escape it until we all become aware of this problem. And then when we are aware, we have to organize and attack the problem by its roots. 

I hope a judge has enough sense to throw his ass off the case.

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People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’

If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.

They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’

So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.’

—Carlin, George. Brain Droppings. (via wordsnquotes)

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