I have the feeling of being on the verge of something, though not distinctly sensing that this something is good or bad. It’s unnerving to not know whether I should be worried or excited, especially about I-know-not-what.
… especially when it’s probably just too much caffeine in my system at once.
college in a nutshell
I hate to be the bearer of bad future news, but it doesn’t get much easier as an adult:
you know your self-esteem sucks when a really cute guy shows interest in you and you think it’s some sort of sick joke
Or you don’t even take interest for interest because you just assume that can’t be it.
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)
the remote, secluded and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range five hundred years ago during the ming dynasty. during the early spring season, when these photos were taken, the terraces, once planted, are irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create these images.
Gorgeous. It’s like stained glass.
THESE ARE NOT OKAY
I’m going to have nightmares
Scarier than some of the scary movies I’ve seen.