February 2012
17 posts
Wanderlust
Anais Nin once said, “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
Comfort zone… a dangerous place that threatens to pacify and placate you into a soothing tranquility that slowly and discreetly renders one immobile. The peace it comes with stealthily robs you of the sprightly fire beneath your feet as you ease into its...
“I’ll pray,
That she has friends with hearts filled with thousands of fireflies,
Who are not too cold to pray with her,
Who will tell her to stop looking for the light at the end of the tunnel and find Light in the darkness.”
White Star, Black School: Landon Clement Is The... →
Race is something everyone can see. But class can be hidden. And Clement hid it well…
“He started out with nothing,” Clement says of his coach. “Now he lives a very comfortable life. I started out with everything and went to nothing.”…
The real race in the new economy is the race to attain financial stability, and that transcends race — for...
themagicaltypewriter:
I thought we were something special Like a shooting star on a black night I thought we were comfortable Like the the blanket that wrapped us tight I guess I was just a little bit naive To believe we were like a rocket Sailing through crystal caves
The Frog of War →
When biologist Tyrone Hayes discovered that a top-selling herbicide messes with sex hormones, its manufacturer went into battle mode. Thus began one of the weirdest feuds in the history of science.
The Power of Introverts: A Manifesto for Quiet... →
Author Susan Cain explains the fallacy of “groupwork,” and points to research showing that it can reduce creativity and productivity
From (Die)hard to Fri(end)
Our worlds once collided where everything was confided, and no rules were abided as each crevice was pried and our souls cracked wide with nothing to hide. In life we never lied, for friends we could’ve died, and in nothing had we ever shied. Thus, our cores were freely explored and virtues defined as we laid side by side, riding on a timed tide cut short by personal prides that refused to...
Nights make me want to cry. Learnt my confidence in your character Was a lie. Your fuckup forces me to half-heartedly bid Permanent good-bye. It’s too hard to believe in anyone, But I.
I can’t idle by and watch you die, Watching the man I trusted fall apart, Losing himself piece by piece. Lost the traits that defined him. Lost the qualities that held my respect. Lost the sparkles that had caught and held my eyes. You lost your loyalty, so there goes my regards. You lost your compassion, so there goes my heart. Honestly, you’ve lost your honesty. lying to yourself....
And just like that, Hate, Love, or Respect… For you, it’s all a waste of my time.
Don’t go wasting your emotion, Don’t go sharing your devotion, Lay all your love on me.
“Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every...”
– Things She Loves: Your 20s