Artist Kim Keever’’s liquid experiments produce beautifully abstract, hypnotizing swirls of color.
I can always tell how the Broncos are playing by the collective echo of either celebratory or angry screams heard throughout my neighborhood.
"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Just about everything you’d ever want to eat but really shouldn’t….who are we kidding, we’ll…
This is my new favorite tumblr, but also my new least favorite tumblr.