maudlin boy

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Anonymous asked: what do i do when i feel so deeply alone, as though I'm slipping from the thoughts and the hearts of everyone I have ever known and loved? i swam out too far and now the tides keep pushing me out farther

realhumanbaby:

Listen to your body

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joumanakayrouz:

Earlier this week I visited Henry Ford’s Estate in Dearborn, Michigan. Henry Ford looks like a demon to me and I’m very skeptical of his legacy. The Estate, which is open to the public, is very beautifully designed and well-kept. I wonder how the people who keep up the Estate are treated.
 On the Estate my friends and I entered a rectangular garden through a large black gate. The garden’s default floor was soft green grass. It also featured strips of flowers, and in the center, a small square human-made pond. In the pond was a single toad, a most beautiful, peaceful, serene toad, resting its body and arms on a few lily pads. The toad was completely alone in the pond, and did not seem to have any pressing obligations. Where was the rest of the toad community, I wondered? My friend claimed to know that they were over in some distant bushes. Why did this toad want to be secluded like this? I thought of orangutans, who are very solitary, very apathetic about other orangutans. Adult orangutans hang out alone almost all of the time. It’s considered strange for adult people to hang out alone almost all of the time. What was this toad doing? Was this leisure? I thought about how it’s widely considered a waste of time for people to do nothing. I thought about how large of a portion of our lives are spent working, and reproducing ourselves for work (sleeping, eating, showering). Toads don’t work. This toad had nowhere to be. Imagine living without knowing that future days, months, and years even exist.
Henry Ford’s Estate is very old. It is almost 100 years old. Has the world really changed that much for toads since the Estate opened? I don’t think the toad even knew that we sat behind it, watching it intently. If it knew, it did not care, and if it cared, it did not show. All of this made the toad seem impossibly pristine. As I sat there watching the toad, I had a strong feeling of connectedness to people who lived earlier in history. Appreciating the sight of a peaceful, unwitting toad is eternal. 
I took four pictures of the toad and they are all pretty special to me. Please take a moment to look at a large, hi-res photo of this toad.

joumanakayrouz:

Earlier this week I visited Henry Ford’s Estate in Dearborn, Michigan. Henry Ford looks like a demon to me and I’m very skeptical of his legacy. The Estate, which is open to the public, is very beautifully designed and well-kept. I wonder how the people who keep up the Estate are treated.

 On the Estate my friends and I entered a rectangular garden through a large black gate. The garden’s default floor was soft green grass. It also featured strips of flowers, and in the center, a small square human-made pond. In the pond was a single toad, a most beautiful, peaceful, serene toad, resting its body and arms on a few lily pads. The toad was completely alone in the pond, and did not seem to have any pressing obligations. Where was the rest of the toad community, I wondered? My friend claimed to know that they were over in some distant bushes. Why did this toad want to be secluded like this? I thought of orangutans, who are very solitary, very apathetic about other orangutans. Adult orangutans hang out alone almost all of the time. It’s considered strange for adult people to hang out alone almost all of the time. What was this toad doing? Was this leisure? I thought about how it’s widely considered a waste of time for people to do nothing. I thought about how large of a portion of our lives are spent working, and reproducing ourselves for work (sleeping, eating, showering). Toads don’t work. This toad had nowhere to be. Imagine living without knowing that future days, months, and years even exist.

Henry Ford’s Estate is very old. It is almost 100 years old. Has the world really changed that much for toads since the Estate opened? I don’t think the toad even knew that we sat behind it, watching it intently. If it knew, it did not care, and if it cared, it did not show. All of this made the toad seem impossibly pristine. As I sat there watching the toad, I had a strong feeling of connectedness to people who lived earlier in history. Appreciating the sight of a peaceful, unwitting toad is eternal. 

I took four pictures of the toad and they are all pretty special to me. Please take a moment to look at a large, hi-res photo of this toad.

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814stops:

i wanted to re-edit this photo set and make these photos look more the way i originally wanted them to look when i first posted them last year. they’re much less saturated with purples/blues and more realistic to how that day actually looked in person. i also took out a few photos i didn’t like much anymore. the original photo set blew up so much that there’s no way this one will get anywhere close to that much attention, but i wanted to re-post them anyway :-)

andorra, pa 

2013

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