I Am a Ukrainian - Support the Ukrainian People
German designer Anke Domaske and her fashions made from milk
"We have developed an all-natural fiber consisting of a very high concentration of casein, with a few other national ingredients—and in only two years,"
The fabric, called Qmilch - which merges quality with the German word for milk, not only feels good but it is actually beneficial to one’s health.
(Source: New York Daily News)
ALL LOVE IS EQUAL is a Kickstarter-funded project that depicts same-sex couples in various countries. Braden Summers traveled the world creating work in the UK, France, India, Lebanon, Brazil and the U.S.
"A large driving force behind creating this series was actually less about affecting the gay community directly, and more about giving the general population a way to relate to gay imagery which is devoid of sex, victimization, or banality - themes that might usually prevent some folks from connecting."
From Amnesty International Switzerland
I wish there was a way to explain the depth of misery I feel now.
I wish there was a way to share it truthfully without silence engulfing sentences, erasing them like they never existed.
I just start to feel distorted.
I begin to gasp for air like I’m drowning.
And I’m so scared. I’m so scared. I’m so scared.
Because I know this will end, that the memory of it will shrink like dirty water evaporated, without leaving a stain.
But I know it’ll come back.
It’ll come back with the ferocity of hail and the fervor of knives.
I know it’ll come back to rage inside me like the monster of an enveloping sea, so salty on my wounds, so bitter in it’s power, and so mighty… enough to submerge me whole.
And the worst thing is I’ll never drown.
No matter how hard I try to, my body wills me to make me resist.
And so I do until I wash up on the shore, defeated and minute but so painfully and resolutely alive.
And what would be so horrible about a final and succumbing sleep that will put the wheels of my wind to an infinite rest?
That will keep them from gearing like sandpaper against the gritty dust of thoughts?
That will give me a sweet taste of sensible mercy?
Kayden’s first time experiencing rain (x)
"Another global shift in awareness and consciousness occurred on December 7, 1972 when the crew of Apollo 17 spacecraft took a photo of Earth from outer space. It showed us all how relatively small, fragile, and interconnected our home is. It is one of the most widely distributed photographs in history." -Wilford Welch, Tactics of Hope: How Social Entrepreneurs Are Changing Our World
Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys
(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)
While walking around on the High Line, my friend and I came across this lovely guy typing away at the bench. There was a buzz of people around him.
What the roving typist, or to use his real name C.D. Hermelin does is type short and memorable stories for people to take with them.
If you walk around the city, you’ll see a lot of little businesses like this one differentiating themselves on the venue or the product. This guy is able to set himself apart by offering people stories. Everyone loves stories.
He’s got a typewriter, an imagination, and the perfect setting -sunset on the High Line. Hope he’s raking in the cash.
a version of you
How many brilliant writers do you think are out there who never enter writing competitions? Or cinematographers that simply direct their fantasies on their begrudging ride to their monotonous job? How many artists leave their paintings in the basement while they balance their budget to make next month’s rent? How many small businesses don’t get the right amount of money to introduce themselves truly to the world? How many people are out there who’ve never seen the world outside of books and magazines and their own dreams because they’ll honorably put it back for their families and their jobs and their proper life route?
It’s so frustrating to think that there’s a version of you that could exist if it had gone all right. There’s a version of your life where you did have the guts to tell someone you love them, a version of you where you quit your job and opened that restaurant, a version of you that didn’t let a friendship die out of pride and time. If it had been a second later when you received that e-mail or phone call, if it had been the right temperature, if it had been the right bar you went to, or the right town you moved to. Then that version that could’ve…would’ve been real.
But then you might be wondering what the other version that slipped your grasp had in hold for you. Maybe there is no right version. Maybe this is the right version. Maybe you’ll make this the right version.