The Beauty & Terror We Reap

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thebeautyandterrorwereap — Thu, 06 May 2010 06:37:30 +0000

don’t feel the need to think at the moment.

au revoir

The Informant!

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 13:41:30 +0000

When polar bears hunt, they crouch down by a hole in the ice and wait for a seal to pop up. They keep one paw over their nose so that they blend in, because they’ve got those black noses. They’d blend in perfectly if not for the nose.

So the question is, how do they know their noses are black? From looking at other polar bears? Do they see their reflections in the water and think, “I’d be invisible if not for that.”

…That seems like a lot of thinking for a bear.

good beats

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 14:15:35 +0000

I love this track, even though I can’t relate to a single thing he talks about.

Catchy, huh.

I’ll show you the life of the mind.

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 13:29:20 +0000

It’s time to be more than this. It’s time to do more than this. It’s the joy in what we do; the pride in who we are, that will make us happy – and let us find the true meaning of ourselves.

Monday already

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 14:36:19 +0000

Weekends depart in hours instead of days. I really have to sort this shit out, before the sting of the real world begins to release its venom again.

On a side note, why were so many Baroque-era painters so obsessed with morbid subject matter?

EG:

midnight in a perfect world

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 13:15:06 +0000

take to the skies

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:45:15 +0000

It was never about me, and I think I knew this all along.
These realisations are easier to accept when they no longer matter.

free.

crazy in the best way

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:17:58 +0000

I keep writing posts and making them private! Hm, yep. Definitely too embarrassing to publish haha

I need a goldfish… or even a turtle.

…and an escalator ride

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:11:41 +0000

Introductions, smiles, chatting, pleasantries. Getting hit by lightning. Not letting it go. Landmines, more smiles, more talking, no touching! no touching! Farewells as my heartbeat’s racing. Walking, talking, waiting, skating, green grass and old stone. Ignoring impatience and a butterfly-filled stomach. Coffee, smiles, chatting, laughing. That smile. Holding hands. Head on my shoulder…

suck it up

thebeautyandterrorwereap — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 15:35:37 +0000

fucking invincible.