Just got a job interview with a firm in Berlin that I applied to completely on a whim…. in over my head? yes
Architects who've changed their names.
paper-or-plastic: Frank Gehry - Born Ephraim Owen Goldberg Frank Lloyd Wright - Born Frank Lincoln Wright Le Corbusier - Born Charles-Edouard Jeanneret-Gris Louis Kahn - Born Itze-Leib Schmuilowsky Ludwig Mies van der Rohe - Born Maria Ludwig Michael Mies
I think one of the reasons why kids today have quarterlife crises is because...– Twenty Something: Instead of traveling, writing and trying to figure out what we want, should we be marrying and having babies? (via robot-heart) (via apsies) There must be something in the water recently about quarter-life crises. I’ve been reading about them quite a bit the last month. Whether...
Composition is the arrangement of unequal things– John Ruskin
“I hate that God lets you suffer like this,” I said. “Oh,” he said, taken aback, “God suffers more.”
Investors see farms as way to grow Detroit →
apocalypsedetroit: “Farming is how Detroit started,” Score said, “and farming is how Detroit can be saved.”
Angels We Have Heard on High
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song? Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Come to Bethlehem and see Christ Whose birth the...
The Coronet by Andrew Marvell
WHEN for the thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviour’s head have crowned, I seek with garlands to redress that wrong,— Through every garden, every mead, I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers), Dismantling all the fragrant towers That once adorned my shepherdess’s head : And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I my self...
WHen first my lines of heav’nly joyes made mention, Such was their lustre, they did so excell, That I sought out quaint words and trim invention; My thoughts began to burnish, sprout, and swell, Curling with metaphors a plain intention, Decking the sense, as if it were to sell. Thousands of notions in my brain did runne, Off’ring their service, if I were not sped: I often blotted what I had...
One week and two days
kristenisanoun: Until I vanish from Toledo. My head is pounding, two cigarettes before bed and none after waking up. It’s 1AM and I can’t stop thinking about you. I wish I wouldn’t feel like this is over. I know it’s not… but I miss you already. I miss everyone right now, everything. Wee hours in the morning, staying at my parents house… I can’t breathe. Can’t do this. You know? I wish I...