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Can’t sleep in anymore…
…so I decided to make coffee and work on work-things.
Decided instead to listen to the first ep of This Feels Terrible, drink coffee, and play games.
Yep.
It’s raining hard today.
The day is more like night,
the spring is more like fall,
and in the yard a driving wind lays waste
to the little tree that, seeming not to, stands
steady and firm; it seems among the plants
like a too-green adolescent grown too tall.
You watch it. It may be
your pity stirs for all of those white flowers
the north wind strips from it; and they are fruit,
sweet preserves we set
aside for winter, those fallen flowers spread
across the grass. And your vast maternity
aches for them, all.—Umberto Saba, “The Little Tree”
Photography Credit Mark Steinmetz
(via thetinhouse)
Just saw Iron Man 3
Holy abs, Gwenyth Paltrow.
(Source: thetinhouse)
Weirdly relevant to today’s adventures.
today I got to hear to of my favorite people/bestest friends read their poetry and now all I want to do is write poetry again because they are so amazing and creative and I just… want to be on their level. I forgot how much I want to write poetry and then I heard all of theirs.
ughhhh.
ME TOO!
We break from our regularly scheduled content for…
We’ve been getting Tully’s Coffee House Blend for quick morning coffee and I realize in my head I’ve definitely been calling it House Tully’s Coffee.
No shame, Tumblr. No shame.
