All Photos by PostSecret.com
I was an anti-Valentine at one point, but I always go back to a movie I saw in the fifth grade about the real story behind St. Valentine. Google it, and discover the true meaning behind our beloved feast day.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Post Secret Celebrates Love
All Photos by PostSecret.com
I was an anti-Valentine at one point, but I always go back to a movie I saw in the fifth grade about the real story behind St. Valentine. Google it, and discover the true meaning behind our beloved feast day.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Reminder of My Sexy Summer
Photo Credit: Nylon Blogs
I follow Nylon religiously, and as I've posted before... They share grafitti from around the world. Today's picture came from someone who was in Florence. I instantly recognized the image and was really excited. I probably have a picture of it myself amongst the thousands I have from those weeks in Firenze. It's on a street that my friends and I walked down on our way home from one of our favorite gelato places, Vivoli.
Ah, the warm fuzzies are delicious on a cold day...
Click here to see more from Nylon.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Be Fully Alive
Photo Credit: PostSecret.com
Just a challenge to everyone... And a reminder that 'the good life' is all about perspective.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Confession
With lines by Ralph Angel
I only know what people don't tell me,
The looks on their faces before they have their morning coffee.
For all you know it's a question of bread
Because it rarely is anything more.
"The salsa's on aisle five," next to the dust mops
But we reject consumption and look in the other direction at
A pile of bricks. A ladder. Packages and paper, I miss everyone
Once the guests are gone and the leaves change,
Arranged like magazines and bones, a Coke bottle
Broken on the side of the road like the
moral upbringing of tomorrow's youth.
In the dream I know by heart, all is forgotten.
All that's left is the ideas for change,
begun on a paper napkin and folded into a coat pocket.
Someone will find it in a year and throw it away
Because it's not a twenty dollar bill.
Sometimes we go dancing
Though the world doesn't stop turning, mixing up
the good and the bad but never neutralizing the problems.
A virgin answers all her questions.
And it serves her right to leave experience out. It's
Impossible to make sense of one face
But that's the only thing I know how to do.
I only know what people don't tell me,
The looks on their faces before they have their morning coffee.
For all you know it's a question of bread
Because it rarely is anything more.
"The salsa's on aisle five," next to the dust mops
But we reject consumption and look in the other direction at
A pile of bricks. A ladder. Packages and paper, I miss everyone
Once the guests are gone and the leaves change,
Arranged like magazines and bones, a Coke bottle
Broken on the side of the road like the
moral upbringing of tomorrow's youth.
In the dream I know by heart, all is forgotten.
All that's left is the ideas for change,
begun on a paper napkin and folded into a coat pocket.
Someone will find it in a year and throw it away
Because it's not a twenty dollar bill.
Sometimes we go dancing
Though the world doesn't stop turning, mixing up
the good and the bad but never neutralizing the problems.
A virgin answers all her questions.
And it serves her right to leave experience out. It's
Impossible to make sense of one face
But that's the only thing I know how to do.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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