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I know I said I'd be in space, but...

They come in all quiet
Sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak

Picture via pirouettes

How My Heart Behaves

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake


Photo by tage @ flickr.com

Sæglópur

When in doubt, go back to the sea that you came from.







Pictures by emir

Tire

Some days, you are full of get-up-and-go, and a lot of days, you are full of lay-down-and-boldly-go-nowhere.






Illustration by Kimberly Coles

Words

I'd be an inventor.

I'd invent. Lots of things.

I'd invent a device/machine/what-have-you that you could hook up to your heart and you wouldn't have to say a thing. Somebody could plug themselves right in and feel everything, so you wouldn't have to utter a single utterance. That's what I'd invent.


Picture by vookie @ flickr.com

As Dreamers Do

Photo by Heinz Held

11:11? Shooting stars? Birthday candles?

What are the rules?

I usually catch 11:11 every night. It's by pure chance that I look over at the clock and have those ones greet me every time. We're old friends, you know - like a little nod, or a wink if you like, between me and the ones.

Tonight was different. It was 11:10. I thought to myself, "that doesn't matter, one peek wouldn't hurt. I'll wait a minute" but every time I looked over and promised just one more look it was STILL 11:10! Which left me thinking, will I jinx it if I wait until 11:11? Will the wish that I wish for be null and void? Will the opposite of my wish happen? Or can I wish as normal?

It's a dilemma, I know! I have a lot of questions for the Universe, and it has a lot to answer for, that pesky Universe and its working in mysterious ways and things. Just when you expect it to have at thee all guns a'blazing and threatening to tear you down, it will send you a a little nod, or a wink if you like, that will just make you all shiny and new.

I guess it's not so pesky after all.

Petal, petal, soil, soil

I wonder what it would be like to be these purple flowers from my yard.

Did you know they grow and grow and grow and photosynthesise all day long? For a very long time they keep on stretchin' up until the bud breaks and they spread their vibrant little petals every which way you can imagine. But these specific ones - the flowers only last a day in the ground. Are you imagining? All that effort for twenty-four hours... here today gone tomorrow. Even as I've typed this, the petals ar starting to brown and turn in on themselves more than they had ten minutes ago.

I like that they make such beautiful use of their short lives much like butterflies. So today when we're all counting down the hours until the end of the day, think about my purple flowers. Make the most of every minute you have!

Here today and gone tomorrow, right?

Sundays

Fact: I Hate Sundays.

Yes I do! They are boring, and a "transition day", much like Wednesdays. Sunday is the day before Monday, when usual weekday things begin to happen like people going back to work. It is also the day after Friday and Saturday, whose nights are usually filled with debauchery of all types. So you see, I hate Sundays for the aforementioned reasons. All in favour of getting rid of The Day of Sun and The Day of Wednes and keeping all the fun days, raise your little hands.

The ayes have it!