The Power of Books.
I actually had image number 3 happen to me once, but if you’re going to bury yourself in maritime fiction, that’s one of the risks.
Modular carpet, built in small tiles rather than giant rolls, has a few sustainable-design superpowers. It’s scalable, so it can better fit any space without waste; you buy only as many tiles as you need, so you won’t end up needing to trim off as much excess. If you drop a glass of wine and the stain doesn’t come out, you can replace only the tiles that were casualties. With ordinary carpet, if one corner gets damaged and you want it to look better, you’d need to throw out the entire carpet….
The design above, called Cityscapes, is from a Slovakian design firm called ALLT, and inspired by patterns found in street pavements.
A Smarter Rug: Modular, Sustainable Felt Tiles | Environment on GOOD
A couple of prior carpet-related items here, and a bunch of rug creativity here.
“Going up, going down, down, down
Anything for the crown, crown, crown”
(Source: kazuhiras)
- The Sonf of Lonely Mountain
The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey
Far over the misty mountains rise
Lead us standing upon the height
What was before we see once more
Is our kingdom a distant lightFiery mountain beneath a moon
The words aren’t spoken, we’ll be there soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find us will know the tuneSome folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the back of us yet
We’ll fight as long as we liveAll eyes on the hidden door
To the lonely mountain
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long forgotten goldWe lay under the misty mountains cold
In slumbers deep, and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we holdFrom long ago where lanterns burned
Until this day our hearts have yearned
A fate unknown, the arkenstone
What was stolen must be returnedWe must away thee break of day
To find our song for heart and soulSome folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the end of it yet
We’ll fight as long as we liveAll eyes on the hidden door
To the lonely mountain
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Till we get our long forgotten goldFar away the misty mountains cold
For the Artists
Why we create
- The Sonf of Lonely Mountain
The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey
Far over the misty mountains rise
Lead us standing upon the height
What was before we see once more
Is our kingdom a distant lightFiery mountain beneath a moon
The words aren’t spoken, we’ll be there soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find us will know the tuneSome folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the back of us yet
We’ll fight as long as we liveAll eyes on the hidden door
To the lonely mountain
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long forgotten goldWe lay under the misty mountains cold
In slumbers deep, and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we holdFrom long ago where lanterns burned
Until this day our hearts have yearned
A fate unknown, the arkenstone
What was stolen must be returnedWe must away thee break of day
To find our song for heart and soulSome folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the end of it yet
We’ll fight as long as we liveAll eyes on the hidden door
To the lonely mountain
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Till we get our long forgotten goldFar away the misty mountains cold
The ever elusive question: How do I get better ‘quicker’? Well.. it involves a lot of sketchbooks, sketches, trial and error, studies and hard work - and that doesn’t come quickly. 30+ Sketchbooks, 3000+ pieces of paper, 10,000+ sketches
“I believe talent is just a pursued interest.” - Bob Ross
I CANNOT STOP STARING AT THAT PENDANT AND IMAGINING IT AGAINST HIS BARE CHEST
WHAT
Hoechlin traced the line of the chain with his lips, soft and light, careful not to move it from where it lay against Dylan’s skin. It ran the perfect line along the edge of his throat, down over his collarbone, ending at the small, silver pendant over his sternum, over his heart. Dylan closed his eyes, hummed low and needy when Tyler pressed his lips over the pendant for just an instant, touched his nose to Dylan’s chest.
“I didn’t think you’d actually wear it,” Tyler murmured, warm breath feathering over his skin.
Dylan shivered at the sensation. “You told me to,” he answered.
He felt Tyler’s smile even if he couldn’t see it. “Do you always do as you’re told?”
Dylan smiled, carded his long fingers through Tyler’s dark hair and tipped his head to one side just a little. “Do you want to find out?”
(sorry not sorry)
You should be sorry only for stopping there, tbh
(Source: dylanouchbrienarchive)
Opening scene of Skyfall (2012)
(Source: jacknicholson)
They never had a roof and four walls but they were never in fact homeless
whooooa mama, that’s just frickin epic.
From the Department of Awesome Natural Wonders come these mysterious patterns on the ocean floor off the southern coast of Japan. Japanese scuba diver and photographer Yoji Ookata, who has spent the last 50 years exploring and documenting his underwater discoveries off the coast of Japan, spotted these beautiful and puzzling patterns in the sand, nearly six feet in diameter and 80 feet below sea level, during a dive near Amami Oshima at the southern tip of the country.
So what happened next? Are these rippling geometric patterns the equivalent of crop circles on the seafloor? Not quite, but the answer is still a good one. Colossal explains:
“He soon returned with colleagues and a television crew from the nature program NHK to document the origins what he dubbed the “mystery circle.”
Using underwater cameras the team discovered the artist is a small puffer fish only a few inches in length that swims tirelessly through the day and night to create these vast organic sculptures using the gesture of a single fin. Through careful observation the team found the circles serve a variety of crucial ecological functions, the most important of which is to attract mates. Apparently the female fish are attracted to the hills and valleys within the sand and traverse them carefully to discover the male fish where the pair eventually lay eggs at the circle’s center, the grooves later acting as a natural buffer to ocean currents that protect the delicate offspring. Scientists also learned that the more ridges contained within the sculpture resulted in a much greater likelihood of the fish pairing. To learn more about the circles check out the full scoop over on Spoon and Tamago, and you can see two high resolution desktop photos courtesy of NHK here.”
Busy little pufferfish boys wooing potential mates by sculpting the sand with their bodies. As far as we’re concerned, that’s pretty awesome!
[via Colossal]
alpha/stiles scrap
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You’re twenty-one or twenty-nine and your heart’s been broken somewhere between four and twenty times—fetal-position-on-the-bathroom-floor broken, real-country-music broken—and you don’t know how you can ever be expected to go on like this for fifty more years and change.
You have scars. You’ve injured your body in ways that will never fully heal, and you realize you are slowly, incorrigibly sliding away from some physical perfection you imagine you must have possessed sometime in the distant past. Maybe when you were fourteen. Maybe the day you were born.
You’ve gone on and off your medication and the bottle. You’ve had your first marriage and maybe your first divorce, or maybe you’ve always broken things off or been broken off. You’ve fucked and you’ve made love. You’re pretty sure you know the difference now.
You’ve thought of suicide in a post-adolescent way at least once. Practically. Stoically. Without any late-night phone calls. Just sober in a dimly lit bedroom, weighing cons and pros.
” Jade Sylvan, from You Know How Sometimes You’re In Your Twenties In America (via spokenwordacademy)(Source: pankmagazine.com)
