Ode to Browsing the Web

Two spiky-haired Russian cats hit kick flips
on a vert ramp. The camera pans to another

pocket of  the room where six kids rocking holey
T-shirts etch aerosol lines on warehouse walls

in words I cannot comprehend. All of this
happening in a time no older than your last

heartbeat. I’ve been told the internet is
an unholy place — an endless intangible

stumbling ground of false deities
dogma and loneliness, sad as a pile of shit

in a world without flies. My loneliness exists
in every afterthought. Yesterday, I watched

a neighbor braid intricate waves of cornrows
into her son’s tiny head and could have lived

in her focus-wrinkled brow for a living. Today
I think I practice the religion of  blinking too much.

Today, I know no neighbor’s name and won’t
know if  I like it or not. O holy streaming screen

of counterculture punks, linger my lit mind
on landing strips — through fog, rain, hail — 

without care for time or density. O world
wide web, o viral video, o god of excrement

thought. Befriend me. Be fucking infectious.
Move my eyes from one sight to the next.
#poetry  #words  

(via kristinetuna)


Mini paintings on cedar by Cathy McMurray on Etsy

(via how-fascinating)

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.

Buddhist Sentiment (via kushandwizdom)

(via resilient22)


Transfixing 3D Paper Patterns by Maud Vantours

(via alittlebirdcallede)

Tiny House Design made with reused materials. I want it.


Personal Business Cards by Sean Berg


Thadra Sheridan // “Waiting”

"Maybe I should just supplicate myself before you so you can whip me with your menu."

A hilarious poetry short film. Anyone who’s worked in food service (or isn’t a jerk) will understand.

#diy  #shed  



this child dresses better than every guy in my school