The Blue Peninsula

icanread:

(by gatorbowler)

(by gatorbowler)

Le sigh.
Especially at #6…
hypocritique:

lostinfiction:weasleylove

Le sigh.

Especially at #6…

lostinfiction:weasleylove

mareena:

suicideblonde: fire escape

suicideblonde: fire escape

tulletulle:

stweedy:

(via aristobrat)

the person you love is 72.8% water

stweedy:

(via aristobrat)

the person you love is 72.8% water

tulletulle:

stweedy:

aristobrat:

fuckyeah1990s:

ANGELA ANACONDA.

REMEMBER. this was so weird.

OMG

stweedy:

aristobrat:

fuckyeah1990s:

ANGELA ANACONDA.

REMEMBER. this was so weird.

OMG

lstrickland:

clavicula:

littleghost:alishalisha:treee:thirsties:fuckyeahprettynails:flickkkk:

starry night nails. this fucking rules.

clavicula:

littleghost:alishalisha:treee:thirsties:fuckyeahprettynails:flickkkk:

starry night nails. this fucking rules.

tretiakova:

thingsresemblingthoughts:

theyre kinda cool

yeah, a little bit.

thingsresemblingthoughts:

theyre kinda cool

yeah, a little bit.

knight cat: vogueitaly1996

knight cat: vogueitaly1996

skinnywhitekid:

abattoir:

lookbambi:

classics:

notsharon:

nove607:

Perception
Something to think about….
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
The questions raised:
*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.
How many other things are we missing?

skinnywhitekid:

abattoir:

lookbambi:

classics:

notsharon:

nove607:

Perception

Something to think about….

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

The questions raised:

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*Do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.

How many other things are we missing?

megruehaze:

(via sugarpotion)

(via sugarpotion)

Don’t just sit there, Do something

Dick Dastardly (via doblog) (via jotterbook)

Ellen, this is how I feel. The meat here is not quite… meat.
ebirmingham:

Guess who is going vegetarian again?

Ellen, this is how I feel. The meat here is not quite… meat.

Guess who is going vegetarian again?

hypocritique:

paulasninecrimes:

verolpstalker:

theworldwelivein:

Neuschwanstein Castle, Schwangau, Germany [full size] by tossmeanote

It’s Hogwarts!

paulasninecrimes:

verolpstalker:

theworldwelivein:

Neuschwanstein Castle, Schwangau, Germany [full size] by tossmeanote

It’s Hogwarts!

jotterbook:

(via classics) (via soupsoup) (via tanya77)

(via classics) (via soupsoup) (via tanya77)

jotterbook:

sincesheleft:

heymikewaskom:

(photo via peaceloveskinny)
As she passed me, I smiled and pointed to my head phones. I didn’t think she would stop, but she stopped and smiled. I felt my hands starting to sweat. I pulled out my ipod and she pulled out her zune. I was willing to let that zune slide, as she unplugged her headphone and I mine. I plugged her phones into my ipod and plugged me into hers.
We stood there for 10 minutes as we shuffled through our playlist for each other. She had a lot of White Lies, with The Strokes, and some old hip hop. My knees went weak.
I was listening to old New Found Glory and The Ataris. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her mouthing the words to some of my songs.
I pointed to my watch and she frowned. we unhooked our head phones and as I was beginning to walk away, she grabbed my hand, took the cap off of a sharpie with her mouth and wrote her email address on my wrist.
It was then that I knew, this would continue later, and that I would hear her voice eventually, but for now- this was more than enough.

Someday I will grow some balls and try this with a random cute boy on the street. (But I’ll be the one with the ipod listening to NFG and The Ataris :D)

sincesheleft:

heymikewaskom:

(photo via peaceloveskinny)

As she passed me, I smiled and pointed to my head phones. I didn’t think she would stop, but she stopped and smiled. I felt my hands starting to sweat. I pulled out my ipod and she pulled out her zune. I was willing to let that zune slide, as she unplugged her headphone and I mine. I plugged her phones into my ipod and plugged me into hers.

We stood there for 10 minutes as we shuffled through our playlist for each other. She had a lot of White Lies, with The Strokes, and some old hip hop. My knees went weak.

I was listening to old New Found Glory and The Ataris. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her mouthing the words to some of my songs.

I pointed to my watch and she frowned. we unhooked our head phones and as I was beginning to walk away, she grabbed my hand, took the cap off of a sharpie with her mouth and wrote her email address on my wrist.

It was then that I knew, this would continue later, and that I would hear her voice eventually, but for now- this was more than enough.

Someday I will grow some balls and try this with a random cute boy on the street. (But I’ll be the one with the ipod listening to NFG and The Ataris :D)