Back to top.
Zoom typeverything:

Typeverything.com
History Makers by hand-type.

typeverything:

Typeverything.com

History Makers by hand-type.

03.14.14 477
Get sleep, eat sushi, and take naps as needed.

tips for living longer from the world’s oldest person 

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

03.14.14 57015
Zoom nevver:

The harder you work…
03.14.14 2277
Zoom
03.14.14 16387
Zoom
03.14.14 494
Zoom tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #700 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I could spend a lifetimeexploring the galaxies of your skin.I could chart and map, name and discoverevery constellation of birthmarks, freckles, scars and lines. Through the telescopes of my eyes I am memorizing the stars that decorate your back.I, the intrepid and uncompromising explorerand you, the galaxy of skin lying insidethe universe of this bed.  At any given moment there lives on you and me a blanket of flesh,twenty square feet and six pounds heavythat separates your heart from mine.  The you that I touch at this given momentis changing and the countdown to starting over has already begun.  The we that we will touch, a month from this day will be entirely new;with each breath we shed the fingerprints and residue of our past,as the promise of beginning again grows silently and stubbornly atop us.It will be on that new landscape that I explore.I will row down the rivers of tears as they form canyons in the laugh lineson the corners of your mouth.  I will plant a flag,my flag, on the tallest peak of your perfect lips.Once done I will stand proud, posing for a photo that will never be taken.I will crawl, hands and knees if I mustover the archipelagos of goosebumps that I lefthaphazardly in the wake of my travels.Will I rest in the hollow below your throat?Will I drag myself across the flat desert of your stomachand beg for water or will I float on the ocean of wateras you slip into the bath; your skin the soft sand of the sea floor?Perhaps every freckle is a footprint I left behind,every birthmark the remains of a fire I litto keep myself warm as night fell acrossthe geography of your body.I have the patience, the love and the curiositybut time is running out.  The exploring I do this day, the discoveries,the flags planted and the footprints I leavewill be washed clean as once again you shed the layersyou can no longer carry.I, the intrepid and uncompromising explorerwill never stop exploring you,the galaxy of skin and geography of fleshlying inside the universe of this bed.-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #700 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I could spend a lifetime
exploring the galaxies of your skin.
I could chart and map, name and discover
every constellation of birthmarks, freckles, scars and lines.
Through the telescopes of my eyes
I am memorizing the stars that decorate your back.
I, the intrepid and uncompromising explorer
and you, the galaxy of skin lying inside
the universe of this bed.  
At any given moment there lives on you and me a blanket of flesh,
twenty square feet and six pounds heavy
that separates your heart from mine.  
The you that I touch at this given moment
is changing and the countdown to starting over has already begun.  
The we that we will touch, a month from this day will be entirely new;
with each breath we shed the fingerprints and residue of our past,
as the promise of beginning again grows silently and stubbornly atop us.
It will be on that new landscape that I explore.
I will row down the rivers of tears as they form canyons in the laugh lines
on the corners of your mouth.  I will plant a flag,
my flag, on the tallest peak of your perfect lips.
Once done I will stand proud, posing for a photo that will never be taken.
I will crawl, hands and knees if I must
over the archipelagos of goosebumps that I left
haphazardly in the wake of my travels.
Will I rest in the hollow below your throat?
Will I drag myself across the flat desert of your stomach
and beg for water or will I float on the ocean of water
as you slip into the bath; your skin the soft sand of the sea floor?
Perhaps every freckle is a footprint I left behind,
every birthmark the remains of a fire I lit
to keep myself warm as night fell across
the geography of your body.
I have the patience, the love and the curiosity
but time is running out.  
The exploring I do this day, the discoveries,
the flags planted and the footprints I leave
will be washed clean as once again you shed the layers
you can no longer carry.
I, the intrepid and uncompromising explorer
will never stop exploring you,
the galaxy of skin and geography of flesh
lying inside the universe of this bed.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

02.26.14 1915
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
02.26.14 7880
What does a kiss feel like?

Asked by Anonymous

connotativewords:

Like regret (with the wrong person) and home (with the right person).

02.26.14 278

1. Date a boy who makes you happy, but marry him only if he makes you laugh deep-belly rumbles that hurt your ribs as they expand outwards. Date him when he sees that you’re hurting and he gives you a moment to feel that pain like a handprint spreading across your consciousness, marry him only if he can make you smile even while you’re gross sobbing. The world is not a kind place. You will feel a lot of pain. Make sure you are with someone who makes it all bearable. Humor is an excellent gauge of intelligence. Life gets boring. Find someone who makes the banal interesting.

2. Make sure he has scars on the back of his hands, it’s a good sign he has experience either fighting or making things - creation is an act of selflessness and bruised knuckles are a good sign he knows how to defend himself. You’ve got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate. If he’s never thrown a punch, let him at least have tasted the insanity of bringing an idea into existence. Rough palms are better than soft ones, they have been salted by this earth and made into leather. Callouses are evidence he has lived, that he has broken skin and been in pain over and over and over again and still came back to the source of it. People rub against each other. Don’t marry him if he can’t handle even a little blister.

3. Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.

4. Trust your instincts. If he ever makes you feel unsafe, don’t make excuses, just get up and leave. That’s all there is to it. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

5. If he puts money before you, he’ll keep pushing you to the bottom of the pile until you become his last priority. It’s one thing if he can’t afford what you want, it’s another if he has the cash but won’t spring for a box of chicken mcnuggets. Money and love are arch enemies. 62% of divorces occur due to economic strain. Make sure keeping you is more important than his 401k.

6. How a man treats animals is a good indicator of how he treats children. If you see him raise a hand to a dog, pack your things into a little black bag. Animals at their worst are only half as annoying as a toddler on their best behaviour. Your kids will be beautiful, but they will also misbehave. Same goes for waiters and hotel maids - if he’s rude to those who are working for minimum wage, it says a lot about how he sees himself. Patience is rare and so important. If he’s not forgiving to a dog, he’s not good for your kids.

7. If he isn’t in awe of you, he doesn’t deserve you. You are my little girl and you were born perfect. If he can’t see that, it’s his loss. There is someone who thinks your flaws power his heart. Be strong. If he asks you to change, be like like rock of your birthstone, do not waver. You are wondrous just the way that you are.

My father’s recipe for the man I should marry (part 1/of a series). /// r.i.d  (via bethcassidy)

02.26.14 112024

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

— Junot Diaz- This is How you Lose Her (via creatingaquietmind)

02.26.14 135188
Zoom
02.26.14 1177

photojojo:

Now this is mixed media done right. 

Nineteen year old artist Aliza Razell combined self-portraits with a love of watercolors in her mesmerizing series, Anesidora. See more below!

Watercolors Meet Self Portrait Photography

via Colossal

02.26.14 1461
He who has a why to live for can bear with almost any how

— Nietzsche

01.07.14 6
Zoom tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #651 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #651 by Tyler Knott Gregson

01.07.14 1509
Zoom
01.04.14 16708