My eyes aren’t good enough to tell from this photo if it is one solid piece or just welded and polished to make it look like it is. Either way that would be fairly opulent, but hard to keep hot. a big piece of metal would be like a huge heat sink, leaching heat out of the tub.
Stainless Steel Japanese Soaking Tub.
(via profoundlyv)
In Chaos, there is beauty.
In order, there is purity.
In Death, there is nothing.
Grace, Beauty, Purity all stop and that’s okay. It has to be, you don’t have a choice.
A touch of mortality in this week for me, take care papa we’ll see you soon.
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I found it the today, I haven’t added a new notebook since 2009, and for some reason unknown to me just stopped using this service. What’s most interesting is I hear myself in there, I still harp on these things. Fuck, I live this.
All the world is not so much disintegrating as dis-integrating. As if cluetrain ran over the whole world. The neighbor no longer needs a cobbler next door he can have one in china tagging shoes as “Italian Leather” and shipping through who knows where. He no longer has to look the person he swindles out of money in the eye because they are half a planet away.
The reason schemes like enron can work is the people running the scam probably never actually met the auditors nor a single customer. The exchanged emails and maybe voicemails but nair a conversation in the same room.
Studies show we spend more time on the computer than with our spouse. Why not? It is harder to lie to them then the internet-only-meet-for-sex-person-on-the-side.
Your identity in person almost no longer matters so long as you can project yourself or alterself well across various virtual mediums (see Clarence Boston Legal) Though he does it through physical characters the compartmentalizing is exactly the same process.
It’s part of creativity in a way. You have bursts of output that make you hopeful you can sustain that pace, and then periods of brooding about how no one will appreciate or does appreciate what you have done and that it’s not worth the effort to go on creating.
Or at least that’s what I think you where talking about. If it was other things well disregard or consider that is why I have bouts of sadness I don’t want to talk about. Creativity is about giving yourself away, sometimes you want it all back.
I wrote this three months ago when I was really sad.
Mental health is a really hard thing to talk about. I am more afraid to talk about my depression than I am to post a picture of myself naked on the internet. Naked, I can justify to people, I can explain and defend it to…
![Bonus points for making me look up a word. I’m curious about your intention with the line though.
fecundity at command
Is it you or him at command? Did you intend the first or second sense of the word (ie in the sexual sense or in the creative sense) or some combination there of?
I read it as he commanded your sexuality, which makes it a very poetic way of saying he made you wet and wanting if that’s the general take away.
Last stanza I got a little lost on meaning as well. ”Life force taking both, moving without volition” The comma is what’s giving me a hard time. Is the life force taking you both? or are you both moving without volition? Without the comma it could swing both[sic] ways with it I think the life force is taking you both, or one before both you would both be moving without volition.
I’m not sure if any of the above paragraph makes sense (in or outside of my mind).
visionaria:
you came to me in blood radiant with victory in the dark energy born of pain humming with need
crude symbolism struck me with fear I felt the full weight pouring flooding through me like the spring tide flare in the darkness, invisible moon
now you were at the door hair streaked, body smeared dizzy, full of life fecundity at command
drawn down, struggle and cry out opening to the irrevocable force seeing without sight strung bow tight, poised
you knelt by my side, dazzled now is the time I drew you down, guided we, dazed, terrified, exalted
half-conscious of what was to be done life force taking both, moving without volition fierce, shaken in the silence not knowing what we cried
-Visionaria](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3evjha4Z51qandi2o1_500.jpg)
Bonus points for making me look up a word. I’m curious about your intention with the line though.
fecundity at command
Is it you or him at command? Did you intend the first or second sense of the word (ie in the sexual sense or in the creative sense) or some combination there of?
I read it as he commanded your sexuality, which makes it a very poetic way of saying he made you wet and wanting if that’s the general take away.
Last stanza I got a little lost on meaning as well. ”Life force taking both, moving without volition” The comma is what’s giving me a hard time. Is the life force taking you both? or are you both moving without volition? Without the comma it could swing both[sic] ways with it I think the life force is taking you both, or one before both you would both be moving without volition.
I’m not sure if any of the above paragraph makes sense (in or outside of my mind).
you came to me in blood
radiant with victory in the dark
energy born of pain
humming with needcrude symbolism struck me with fear
I felt the full weight pouring
flooding through me like the spring tide
flare in the darkness, invisible moonnow you were at the door
hair streaked, body smeared
dizzy, full of life
fecundity at commanddrawn down, struggle and cry out
opening to the irrevocable force
seeing without sight
strung bow tight, poisedyou knelt by my side, dazzled
now is the time
I drew you down, guided
we, dazed, terrified, exaltedhalf-conscious of what was to be done
life force taking both, moving without volition
fierce, shaken in the silence
not knowing what we cried-Visionaria
It isn’t a movie that you have to watch Amber Herd is memorable (both my spouse and I have watched movies she was in and didn’t recognizer her, and I’ve seen photos of her, and read about her coming out at that GLAD party). So here’s the thing about it that stands out in my mind, it was supposed to be Hunter S. Thompson’s origin story, what you remember is Amber’s character. She is the only dynamic character, advances the plot in a lot of ways and and outshines all the other actors in fairly dark, really dull movie.
But there is a scene that leaves you with the impression she didn’t have much say in what was implied as at worst a gang rape or very non-consensual evening at the least. The movie caries on for a few minutes (10-20) where you really don’t care about the other characters you wanted to know is what happened to Chenault (Amber’s Character). That incident wasn’t the focus of the movie, and Depp’s character goes on to marry her (so the post script says) but now I don’t want to like it for logical consistency with this post.
Tumblr radar is good for the follower count I hear. The bottom photo is why I clicked through, the color in those maple leaves just pops. That and the soaker tub that I feel like my soul needs.
Everybody knows about the TVTropes-trap. Pixiv’s “people who bookmarked this also bookmarked” has a similar drown-you-in-tabs effect, and somehow I found myself drowning in tabs of gorgeous original fantasy-setting artwork.
Which is a great problem to have, really. These are both by 六七質. And have some direct links to spring and fall.
And Then You — Greg Laswell and Tupac, by Mother Earth
By K,Kanehira.
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Winter Sunset by Laurence Baldetti
