A little blog about a girl trying to find her way in life.
The Lovers of Valdaro.
Believed to be no older than twenty years of age when death occurred.
Over 5,000 years old.
Locked in an eternal embrace.
Tragically, their story is unknown.
Ironically, they were found in the city of Mantua. In Italy.
The city Shakespeare chose to set the story of Romeo & Juliet.
(via tealeaves)Perfect is almost good enough.
America Wakie Wakie
Model: Xiao Wen Ju
When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. ‘This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar,’ she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’ It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions? How often had I sped past them as I learned of male achievement and men’s place in the history books? …I knew I needed to look again. History is full of fabulous females who have been systematically ignored, forgotten or simply written out of the records. They’re not all saints, they’re not all geniuses, but they do deserve remembering.
Sandi Toksvig (via winsome-words)
I am totally grinninghelen of troy does countertop dancing
What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals, or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn’t everyone’s life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?Michel Foucault (via socialistscum)
(via littleredwolverine)Socialist Scum
all creatures [great and small]
A polar bear cub hitches a piggy-back ride on its mother as they swim through the Arctic Ocean in Svalbard, Norway
Picture: Kevin Schafer / Barcroft USA (via Pictures of the day: 5 July 2012 - Telegraph)
“Are we bear yet?”
I’m on the train right now, on my way home from Sundsvall in Sweden who pride itself of being in the middle of my looooong country. I live in the south so it’s a long journey home (7 hours) and a great time to think.
When you travel do you, like myself, pack way too much? Even though I know that I won’t need a razor, a hairmask, two extra t-shirts, shoes for going out and shoes for shopping, a book a won’t read and so on, I can’t help myself. I’m an overpacker.
But this trip a really tried. One night. I don’t need much, right? I only took one small bag, which for better (gym)reference can only contain one pair of sneakers, a towel, a waterbottle and a typical gymgear. And even that might be too much, depending on the size of your shoes. ;) So, I think I did succeed quite nicely.
And what has this with zen?, you might ask. Well, isn’t zen about living a simple and calm life. And if only taking two minutes to pack isn’t simple, then I’m out of my game here…
I found a Tumblr today, Every day meditaion, which I thought had a great idea as a base. I think I might do it. Meditate every day for a week, longer if I wish later on, but small steps and as I wrote in the last post i have to practice not quitting.
Will you join me?
Things I’ve quit at:
And another million things.
I had a great talk with one of my best friend yesterday about quitting, something that I, as you can see, am an expert at.
I thought that my life was destined to be a quitter now that I’m soon to be 20 and still doing the same mistake over and over again.
I don’t want to be a quitter, I’m not even sure if I really wanted to quit any of those activities above. But Nina, my lovely friend, explained to me that it’s never too late to try again (not to quit), in a “fall down 7, stand up 8”-kind of way. And now I feel so much better.
Why do I quit?, you might ask.
Well, this might sound strange to some of you, but it’s almost like I shut down when I feel like I like it too much, when I want it to become more than a hobby. But it’s really hard for me to do things without to compete or for my own sake, I always have to motivate me with a price.
But I’m trying, I really am, to not quit at things the minute I think about it instead of waiting ‘til the end of term, next week or even the next day when I’ve thought about it a little more. And nine times out of ten, It’s better after a good night sleep and a shower.
So, right now I’m trying not to quit running.
What are you working on right now?
SCATTERED AS MY MOTHERS PEARLS
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire.”
New Rustic Future
If you, like me, find yourself waaaaaay to often gossiping this is the post for you.
I’m a teenage girl and sometime I feel like talking shit about others is what we are, according to society, supposed to do.
But since I’ve started thinking about it and trying really hard not to do it, I’ve become more free than I thought was possible for such a small thing. I can now talk about REAL things with my friends, like what WE are doing and what WE want.
And if all your focus is on somebody else’s sex life or income, then how are you going to improve yourself?
So how do you do it? Well, these are my tips;
1. Ask yourself “Why do I care?”
Is it really important that you know how many Frida has slept with? Does is affect your life?
2. Imagine that you are the person you are talking about.
If it were you, would you want others to say the same thing about you?
3. If others talk, don’t participate.
I think this is the hardest one, because is so easy just to go with the flow. But, again ask yourself why do you care and imagine that you are the topic of the day and shut up. Your friends will eventually get the point never gossip with you again.
4. Live by the rule, at some moderation, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”
5. Talk about something interesting or get better friends.
If Fridas sex life is all you really can talk about with your bff, dump her/him.
And that is a step closer to a zen life.