Wednesday, May 22, 2013

psych-facts:

spiritualseeker:

Handwriting Analysis: Signatures and Size

Your signature represents your public-self image:

  • What you think of yourself in public
  • What you would like others to think of you
  • And what you think others think of you

Compare sig size to “Hope to see you before long! We Love you,”

A. Signature much smaller than writing:

  • This is someone who wants attention by being so obviously unobvious.
  • Example: You’re at a party where everyone is together in a group socializing, while one person is standing in a corner by himself… Who do you notice?

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Tuesday, May 21, 2013
save to ?

save to ?

Sunday, May 19, 2013

(Source: golden-youths)

Friday, May 17, 2013
It’s hard to be who I am, but I’m not letting anyone stop me.

It’s hard to be who I am, but I’m not letting anyone stop me.


My Modern Met:
Found primarily in Central America (Mexico through Panama), the glasswinged butterfly’s name in Spanish is Espejitos which translates as little mirrors. In certain lights, the translucent wing parts have a glossy, almost reflective quality to them that makes their Spanish name effectively accurate. Whether they’re seen as glass or mirrors, though, there’s something absolutely fascinating about the way these butterflies’ wings offer a surreal look at the environment around the insect. It’s like they’re tiny ornaments designed to draw the eye to the scenic appeal of nature.

It is one of my many goals in life to travel around the world, and photograph every butterfly I see.

My Modern Met:

Found primarily in Central America (Mexico through Panama), the glasswinged butterfly’s name in Spanish is Espejitos which translates as little mirrors. In certain lights, the translucent wing parts have a glossy, almost reflective quality to them that makes their Spanish name effectively accurate. Whether they’re seen as glass or mirrors, though, there’s something absolutely fascinating about the way these butterflies’ wings offer a surreal look at the environment around the insect. It’s like they’re tiny ornaments designed to draw the eye to the scenic appeal of nature.

It is one of my many goals in life to travel around the world, and photograph every butterfly I see.

(Source: nprfreshair)

Thursday, May 16, 2013

sagarnaga:

how wonderful is it that we laugh because our bodies cannot contain the joy 

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

Wednesday, May 15, 2013
You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago. (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: ordinarywonder)

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. Haruki Murakami  (via fabulousbitch69)

(Source: hellanne)

Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people. S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via cinisterr)

(Source: modernmethadone)