Carpe Diem

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thisblair:

“Be humble before and after the race. But during the race hate everybody and kick ass”

(Source: muslcesnotmotors, via runningxctf)

Artist suspends real clouds in the middle of the room

singularitarian:

That’s not photoshop; that’s an actual cloud hovering inside an actual room. Artist Berndnaut Smilde merges art and science to create small man-made clouds that exist — albeit for just a moment — indoors.

(via npr)

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antiks:

Life, the Universe and Everything

You Are Here print series designed by Mike Gottschalk :: via society6.com

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washingtonpoststyle:

On Valentines Day in 1884, Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother died within hours of each other. This was his diary entry for that Thursday.
via LettersOfNote by way of Gene Weingarten.

washingtonpoststyle:

On Valentines Day in 1884, Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother died within hours of each other. This was his diary entry for that Thursday.

via LettersOfNote by way of Gene Weingarten.

(via npr)

thisnewurbanity:

Anish Kapoor’s famous Cloudgate, in Millennium Park, Chicago, now has an equally mesmerising choreographed light show, Luminous Field, by Luftwerk, enhancing the experience of the work furthermore.

(via npr)

designcloud:

Grandmother Tips by Chacho Puebla

Ben Franklin knew how to say the last word.  Classy and brutal.

Transcript
Philada. July 5. 1775Mr. StrahanYou are a Member of Parliament, and one of that Majority which has doomed my Country to Destruction. You have begun to burn our Towns and murder our People. — Look upon your hands! They are stained with the Blood of your Relations! — You and I were long Friends:— You are now my Enemy, — and I am, Yours.B. Franklin
From lettersofnote.com

Ben Franklin knew how to say the last word.  Classy and brutal.

Transcript

Philada. July 5. 1775

Mr. Strahan

You are a Member of Parliament, and one of that Majority which has doomed my Country to Destruction. You have begun to burn our Towns and murder our People. — Look upon your hands! They are stained with the Blood of your Relations! — You and I were long Friends:— You are now my Enemy, — and 

I am, 

Yours.

B. Franklin

From lettersofnote.com

(Source: newsychu)

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