The Crazy Lady Speaks

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Photo of the Day: Snail Stretch
Photography by Chairunnas Chairunnas (Bontang, East Kalimantan, Indonesia); Bontang, East Kalimantan, Indonesia

smithsonianmag:

Photo of the Day: Snail Stretch

Photography by Chairunnas Chairunnas (Bontang, East Kalimantan, Indonesia); Bontang, East Kalimantan, Indonesia

(via npr)

Ed’s poem rings true for me and for many others living with chronic pain. I’m a survivor. At least for now.

Ed’s poem rings true for me and for many others living with chronic pain. I’m a survivor. At least for now.

The best reason to live is that there is no reason to live.
I walked to your apartment in the late night.
Flowers I didn’t plant began to be flowers
and I was a color and then I was none.
Conrad said, let the train take you anywhere.
I passed all the old stops. With you I liked being nowhere
and with you I live nowhere now.

The best reason to paint is that there is no reason to paint.
Keith Haring wrote that, it could be about us.
I go into churches and I go into bars:
I feel the time stop.
To feel — you can’t stop at some point.
Stop time. Time stops you.

No one will let you through if you don’t walk your own sadness.
No one will let you touch them if you’re a person at all.

And you. You, you, you
you can read these lines in any order
because I want to leave nothing out anymore
and there’s nothing here.
Words are just words. I got nowhere.
Some new thing — everything I need to feel
I feel twice and risk three of. Some new thing —
how there’s more here without us at all.

— Alex Dimitrov, Some New Thing  (via kateoplis)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via kateoplis)

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Ukraine’s Tunnel of Love (Тунель Кохання)

To see more photos and videos from Instagrammers who made the trek to the Tunnel of Love, be sure to visit the Тунель Кохання / Tunnel of Love location page.

Three times a day, a train chugs through Ukraine’s Tunnel of Love (Тунель Кохання) transporting wood to a nearby fiberboard factory. The train molds the surrounding trees into a natural tunnel with each pass through a three-mile forested stretch of rail. The tunnel, nicknamed the Tunnel of Love (Тунель Кохання) has become known as one of the most romantic places in Ukraine. Local legend promises couples who visit the tunnel one wish, provided their intentions are sincere.

The trees are most lush in spring and summer, but this year’s fall colors have brought fresh new hues to the tunnel. Soon, snow will cover the tracks before the green returns in spring.

I want to be there. Right now.