May262012
“Goodbye to sleep” Brand new
May252012

bam.

As soon as I sat in my car…it hit me. I don’t know where it came from but it did and it sucks. I have never missed someone this intensely before. It’s hard to deal with. One second I’m fine and before I know it im balling my eyes out trying not to crash my car.

All I want to do is talk to you and see your face. Not even anything serious…just how your day went, what new thing you learned about. I want to hear you play something on the piano. How your plants are doing. I want to bitch at you about work and my life. I want to tell you about the movie I saw tonight. Just anything…a normal interaction thats all I need.

It sucks to lose the first person you loved. My best friend. All at once.

And it sucks more because you are so close to me. I could easily call you, text you, facebook you, tweet you, but I can’t.

So…it’s been a week…..and I miss you and it hurts

May242012

I dreamt of you…

You were broken and I held you. You were so warm. I miss that.
I haven’t been sad much. This is bringing some of that out.
I hope I see you again. I just want to feel your presence and you to feel mine.

May202012

Day two.

This is weird. I don’t really know what to think…which leads to me simply not thinking. It’s only been two days [that you been gone but those few moments feel so long] (couldn’t help that ha). But really it’s only been two days. The first night was terrible. That morning was worse…I’ve never been like that. Unable to keep the tears from coming just when I’m driving, waiting in line at yumyum, walking into work. I didn’t even have thoughts going through my head, I was just sad. But now, I haven’t cried since yesterday morning. But that doesn’t comfort me. I’m worried I might just bury this with everything else; my usual tactic for dealing with stressful events. But I know I don’t want to do that. I can’t just forget. There’s too much. Maybe this is just today. I feel like waves of sadness are going to hit me as time passes and I’m not sure when that will end. The thing that sucks is…it was mutual. We saw it coming and avoided it for too long. I almost still wish it could just go back to how things were, but not really. I know it needed to happen. But there is so much I miss. I connected so much of my life and myself with him. I guess looking back maybe too much. Right now I kind of just feel dead inside. Like I don’t really know who I am or what I want. I don’t know what to do with myself. Damn and only its only been two days…and so much for my one day record of no tears.

May172012
May62012

If anyone cares or is that bored to read this…

Why not?  Here’s my ethical theory paper for my ethics class.  I guess I’m happy with it…I know I could make it much better and less informal but, let’s be real.  I don’t really care and school is so close to being over that i jsut wanted to get this ish over with.  I may or may not edit it tomorrow.  But yeah whatever here it is….

Karli Whinney

5/8/12

Professor Cobb

PHIL 111 N01

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The Good

            All human beings are good.  That is, we all have good in us.  This “good” is not something tangible.  It goes beyond the physical body and exists on its own.  My idea of the good can be comparable to the good explained in Plato’s divided line theory.  Plato’s good is of the intelligible realm of existence, separated from the reachable material realm.  It is the highest form that illuminates all other forms to be knowable; just as the sun illuminates physical objects to be seen in the material realm.  While I agree that this form is perfect and eternal, and is part of a realm outside our sensory experience, I do not separate this from our material realm.  The good is automatically intertwined within all of us due to our being alive.  While we may not be able to perceive it physically, it is the force that gives us our capacity for reason and which connects us to everyone and everything.  The good is the all-mighty form that makes it possible for all beings to exist in harmony with each other and the universe.  This good is the driving force for human beings to be ethical. 

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May42012

I’ve been so wrong

I’ve always had the attitude that I hate history. I thought it was boring and high school and avoided it in college. I’m such a fool. Ah I can’t even take it there’s so much I want to know about the past. It’s such mystery. Where did we come from and how did we get to this place? When did the love stop and the control and fear set in? My mind is so fucked right now. So much for that understanding haha I’ll never stop learning. Totally reading the bible over the summer.

May32012

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Jessica Eaton.

Jessica Eaton is a Montreal based photographer who’s breaking some boundaries with her photography. When you look at most of her pieces it’s hard to tell exactly how she made them, even that they’re photos. I mean, the only way I can imagine that she makes these is through multiple exposures, but after that I’ve no clue. A lot of her work centers around cubes on cubes on cubes. The layering effect that’s creatd is beautiful and abstract, filled with the most vibrant colors I’ve ever seen. When I first saw the image at the top left I immediately had to figure out who it was because it was just so beautiful. She has quite a lovely way of speaking about her work:

“I often set up parameters for phenomena to express itself. In the best of cases I push things so that the response comes in ways that I could not have thought up until I was shown it on film. Once you get to see or experience something you can use it. Then you can use it to see something else.”

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Ha oh shit. Multiple dimensions

10AM

It’s like riding a bike…

I got launched so far last time. It’s like it threw me out of my orbit. I completely forgot without realizing it. But the return came. I remember. I know now. Everything is going to be alright. I am alive and life is good. All I want is someone who truly believes in the goodness of life to share it with. I think it’s you. I can feel the balance approaching me. Acceptance. Love.

April272012
darksilenceinsuburbia:

Thomas Bayrle. $, 1980. Cartolina, llapis, cotxes de plàstic, 84 x 64 x 8 cm.
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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Thomas Bayrle$, 1980. Cartolina, llapis, cotxes de plàstic, 84 x 64 x 8 cm.

Colleccion privada.

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