Intentional Puns Nashville

// Lauren Bacall: the passing of a true woman//

"I’m not ashamed of what I am - of how I pass through this life. What I am has given me the strength to do it. At my lowest ebb I have never contemplated suicide. I value what is here too much. I have a contribution to make. I am not just take up space in this life. I can add something to the lives I touch. I don’t like everything I know about myself, and I’ll never be satisfied, but nobody’s perfect. I’m not sure where the next years will take me - what they will hold - but I’m open to suggestions."
-Lauren Bacall

You may not like this quote in the recent passing of Robin Williams but it’s something that was said by a woman who inspired me with the humor and honesty in her interviews more than RW ever did with his and I feel the same way about my life as LB describes here.

Both actors experienced loss, pain and days that seemed to be the worst because both were human. The only factual difference in their deaths is that one was natural and one was self-inflicted. It’s equally sad. Their deaths are not a contest. Their deaths are not a platform for you to give your opinion on the lives and detriments of people we did not know personally.

weirdvintage:

"Wheeler & Wilson’s High-Arm New Number Nine is the only perfect sewing machine for family use"—what that has to do with a tightrope-walking frog juggling swords and balls is beyond me.  Late 19th century (via)

weirdvintage:

"Wheeler & Wilson’s High-Arm New Number Nine is the only perfect sewing machine for family use"—what that has to do with a tightrope-walking frog juggling swords and balls is beyond me.  Late 19th century (via)

It’s on the table
All the love he has to give
No, she’s not hungry

enginkid88modern:

RENÉ MAGRITTE (1898-1967) - L’ÉTAT DE VEILLE

enginkid88modern:

RENÉ MAGRITTE (1898-1967) - L’ÉTAT DE VEILLE

Decor Inspiration: Indoor Hammocks

designed-for-life:

Happy belated International Hammocks Day! Yes you read correctly there is a day for hammocks (July 22nd), and I mean why shouldn’t there be? Made for easy living and relaxation, a hammock could be the only chair you need this summer. Adding a fun and ultra chilled resting place – these…

I was so cruel. I scribbled things in the air before her eyes that she never wanted to read about herself. Some true. Some lies. Most were exaggerated to prove a point of which the validity was not being questioned. If the venom was not scribbled, it was yelled into the caves of my hands and hurled at her ears. A silent stoning never echoed so loudly. Bruises weren’t of black and blue, they never reached that mossy green, but they were visible to anyone. I didn’t see them for myself until I glanced at the coffee shop’s window from over my computer screen. I unfolded my legs in the chair and straightened up to get a better look. There she was. Shoulders forward, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip, avoiding prolonged eye contact and assuming everyone was only giving her attention to notice the things I made her hate about herself. My morning was going so well. Why did I have to run into her before even getting my coffee. I felt sick. The evidence of my damage was undeniable. I’ve been so unkind to someone who did nothing to deserve it and I can no longer avoid it. I turn to look again, I brush my hair back and she copies without intention. I notice a smear on her face. I lean closer, pull my sleeve over my thumb, and wipe the smudge off the mirrored glass. Somehow, I now feel worse.

nemfrog:

Our Earth is peppered with some 20,000 tons of stardust a year. Scanned from Wonderland of Science. 1930s.

nemfrog:

Our Earth is peppered with some 20,000 tons of stardust a year. Scanned from Wonderland of Science. 1930s.

(via 618am)

marcedith:

…. “The Sensualist,” or, “Ihara Saikaku Koushoku Ichidai Otoko (Ihara Saikaku’s Life of An Amorous Man),” directed by Yukio Abe (1991)….

marcedith:

…. “The Sensualist,” or, “Ihara Saikaku Koushoku Ichidai Otoko (Ihara Saikaku’s Life of An Amorous Man),” directed by Yukio Abe (1991)….

(via 618am)

(Source: jpdanks, via deludir)

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