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Tue, 08 May 2012 21:18:16 -0400

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Tue, 08 May 2012 03:23:46 -0400

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Tue, 08 May 2012 03:20:18 -0400

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Tidying Up Art by Ursus Wehrli

Wehrli takes everyday scenes of disorder and rearranges them into neat rows, sorted by different attributes such as color, size, shape, and type, etc.

OCD art, i love it

The best thing ever.

Mon, 07 May 2012 17:46:29 -0400

The best thing ever.

Childhood!

Mon, 07 May 2012 17:28:56 -0400

Childhood!

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Sun, 06 May 2012 17:01:32 -0400

A spider web and it's me in the middle. So I twist and turn. Here am I in my little bubble.

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Thu, 19 Apr 2012 08:17:41 -0400

These two were supposedly based on a real couple, who said they...

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 13:14:57 -0400

These two were supposedly based on a real couple, who said they wouldn’t board a life boat as long as there were younger people still aboard the ship. They both went below deck, presumably to their room, and that’s the last time they were seen.

That’s Isador and Ida Strauss, who died together on the Titanic the night of April 14-15, 1912. He urged his wife to board on a lifeboat but she refused and was witnessed to have said “We have lived together for many years. Where you go, I go.”

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Mon, 16 Apr 2012 04:41:52 -0400

Love or an inkling of it.

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 04:27:00 -0400

I wouldn’t be surprised if I see trillions of related materials once I hit the Google button in search for a topic such as Love. Since time immemorial, we have always been fascinated with the thought of it. We try to define it, convey it, experience it or at least have an idea of it in every medium possible. We see it in epics, sagas, battle cries, paintings, songs, poems, stories, movies, tissue notes, sweet posts-its, and the list goes on. We celebrate it; glamorize it with chocolates and those perfectly red long-stemmed roses during Valentine’s. At one point or another, we may be in agreement to a certain point of view about it. We may claim to have experienced it. But in the end we still find ourselves puzzled and awed by it.

As I stare into the glass-paned ceiling of my dad’s office building talking to a dear friend, vivid images of countless other talks and discussions about the same exact thing we were talking about came rushing back to me; different friends, different circumstances, different choices and different views about a simple four-lettered word with a multitude of meanings. I thought about how many coffee cups were shared by various other people telling their piece of what love is, or is not. I am certain it would be more than quite a few. We share encounters of it and find out we can talk so much, yet not enough about it.

One talk could be about finding love. It may be that knight in shining armor that will sweep us off or feet, carrying with him the promise of no pain and pure happiness. It could be that cover-girl who is everything we hope she would be, beautiful, radiant and talented. It may be that image of the person we see perfect to be with us, or it could be just that person who makes us feel the only certain thing about what love is—indescribable.

Another could be about missing love. It could be that person who is afraid to take the risk for the fear of getting hurt, forever not knowing whether or not it was worth taking it the first place. It could be that someone who decides to stay for the sake of convenience, not realizing every wasted second of time being with someone more fit to share it with. Or it could be that person who decides to walk away in search of that one certain thing we all want to look for, and realize he just missed it.

Being in love is also another. Is it the funny feeling in our hearts every time we are with that person? Or is it the sadness we feel whenever we feel its absence? It could be that magical ending scene where we finally kiss on tip toes and share that knowing smile after. Or it could be just that quiet conversation on how your day went over hot cocoa and unuttered understanding.

Hearing talks, sharing experiences and pondering about it, and still we could not fully grasp Love. Love has its ironies. Experiencing it is not of our choice, but choosing it is a decision. Love could be one time for some, but a progression for others. Love is highly risky and it could bring hurt, yet we give in to it because it is the only thing capable of making us experience that certain feeling inside.

Resolution? There is not one. Love is different in every other person. There are no clear cut formulas, no tried and tested ways of being held or being hurt by love. Some may even deny having such. Love is different yet it has this unique thumbprint we could all recognize. It is not just a fleeting feeling, but it is capable of making us float once in a while. You may think you know all about it one time, yet find another side of it the next. No wonder Love is a topic we could never get enough grip of. And that exactly is why it is what it is. The beauty and the madness that we coined as such -Love.

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Thu, 05 Apr 2012 11:09:06 -0400

suicideblonde: Keira Knightley photographed by Mert and Marcus...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 11:07:37 -0400

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Keira Knightley photographed by Mert and Marcus for Interview, April 2012