to be the god of love

Bus Roots is a living garden planted on the roofs of city buses (NY). It’s an effort that rose out of New York City designer Marco Antonio Castro Cosio’s graduate thesis at the NYU

Bus Roots is a living garden planted on the roofs of city buses (NY). It’s an effort that rose out of New York City designer Marco Antonio Castro Cosio’s graduate thesis at the NYU

gilliansanderson:

when you do all of the work for a “group” project

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Coheed and Cambria - The Light and The Glass
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reterence:

Your father’s dead he passed in his sleep,

And I woke to the sound of her crying…

Maybe you are searching among branches for what only appears in the roots.
Rumi (via thedivinepinetreeexperience1234)

my dad is back home
everyone is continuing on like nothing happened this weekend

something has to change

dayzea:

Let us start this quest
Let me say first of all that I feel blessed
Just waking up every day is a prize
Feeling all the love before I open my eyes.

f*ck me

my dad had an open-heart surgery a little over a year before i was born

they replaced his mitral and aortic valves and put in a new pacemaker

long story short we need to find the documents that describe the procedure that he had to show the MRI techs since there is no ‘e-file’
(composition of the valves/pacemaker)

i just got home and was looking through a box full of my dads things and ran across a small piece of paper with ‘goals’

the last bullet simply said ‘good health’

i feel like smoky

'smoky, my friend, you are entering a world of pain'

but in the most literal way

8/29

my mom told me to continue about my day, over the phone

how could i ?

my father suffered a stroke when i was in eighth grade
he was never the same

after this i don’t think i’ll ever be the same

8/29

today has been one of the most emotionally taxing days of my life

around 4am my mom ran to my bed side and shook me saying

dad is having a seizure

i rushed to my parents room to see my dad strewn on the ground
the convulsions ceased but there he lay spilt like a sack of potatoes across the floor

he was unresponsive and drew in breath as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders

when the paramedics arrived i felt crushed
my father stared off into another world

he was responsive
but helpless

when they picked him up the dead weight was obvious
(i still have this picture in my head)

my mother changed and got in the ambulance
by 430am i was home alone

heyfunniest:

Someone took a candid photo of a fight in Ukranian Parliament that is as well-composed as the best renaissance art.

heyfunniest:

Someone took a candid photo of a fight in Ukranian Parliament that is as well-composed as the best renaissance art.