2 months ago
Wishes To Late
I wish that you could hold me in your arms.
Hold me close to you where I can escape from the pain.
I wish that you could comfort me and make me feel at ease.
I wish that you were here now. You did this to me.
Why won’t you fix it? I wish you would fix it.
I wish you would mend my broken heart.
Just put the pieces back together.
I wish I knew what you’re thinking. How you’re feeling.
I wish you were here to talk to me. To give me advice and listen.
I wish I could pour my heart out to you. I wish I could cry on you shoulder and not have to fight the tears back.
Knowing that you won’t attempt to dry them at all.
That you would let them all slip from my soul until I drowned.
I wish that you could make me stop crying or at least try.
I wish you never made me cry in the first place.
I wish that I could feel your heart beating.
Your head resting on mine. Your arms tightly holding onto me as if you never want me to leave.
I wish I could have that feeling back one more time.
Just one more time with you to show you how I feel.
To have that feeling that words can’t even come close to describing.
I think I love you but it is too late.
You’re gone and now I want you more than ever.
I wish you were mine to hold. I wish that you knew.
I wish that you could hold me in your arms.
Hold me close to you where I can escape from the pain.
I wish that you could comfort me and make me feel at ease.
I wish that you were here now. You did this to me.
Why won’t you fix it? I wish you would fix it.
I wish you would mend my broken heart.
Just put the pieces back together.
I wish I knew what you’re thinking. How you’re feeling.
I wish you were here to talk to me. To give me advice and listen.
I wish I could pour my heart out to you. I wish I could cry on you shoulder and not have to fight the tears back.
Knowing that you won’t attempt to dry them at all.
That you would let them all slip from my soul until I drowned.
I wish that you could make me stop crying or at least try.
I wish you never made me cry in the first place.
I wish that I could feel your heart beating.
Your head resting on mine. Your arms tightly holding onto me as if you never want me to leave.
I wish I could have that feeling back one more time.
Just one more time with you to show you how I feel.
To have that feeling that words can’t even come close to describing.
I think I love you but it is too late.
You’re gone and now I want you more than ever.
I wish you were mine to hold. I wish that you knew.
2 months ago
Gatherings: category vs purpose
When we gather, we often make the mistake of merging category with purpose. We outsource our decisions and our assumptions about our gatherings to people, formats, and contexts that are not our own.
We get caught into the false belief that knowing the category of the gathering—the board meeting, workshop, birthday party, town hall—will be instructive to designing it. But we often choose the template—and the activities and structure that go along with it—before we’re clear on our purpose.
2 months ago
🖌️✨ Let's talk about the power of colors in art! How do certain colors influence your mood or thoughts when you view a piece? What's your favorite color palette to work with or admire? Share your thoughts! 🎨 #ArtDiscussion #ColorTheory #CreativeCommunity
2 months ago
Underestimating general future growth
- Past progress as a one-time event misses how much of progress is incremental. A breakthrough never occurs in isolation but is the product of many little discoveries, often meaningless by themselves, that someone links together.
- Assuming that big current problems will prevent future progress. This misses that most progress feeds off big current issues.
- In real-time, it nearly always looks like progress over the previous decade has stalled, seeming to confirm that we've reached the limit of our innovation. This is because it often takes a decade or more for breakthroughs to be noticed. We will only recognize the best work of the last decade in the years to come.
2 months ago
Leningrad. Neva. - Pyotr Konchalovsky
2 months ago
Bar Wench
Lovely young lasses
With empty beer glasses
Serving throughout the bar.
Their sashay of asses
Deftly avoiding the masses.
Young men thinking they'll get far.
A mind on chemistry classes,
Inert and noble gasses,
This one has a full jar.
With a hair flip she sasses,
Another man she passes,
Her dreams upon a farther star.
Lovely young lasses
With empty beer glasses
Serving throughout the bar.
Their sashay of asses
Deftly avoiding the masses.
Young men thinking they'll get far.
A mind on chemistry classes,
Inert and noble gasses,
This one has a full jar.
With a hair flip she sasses,
Another man she passes,
Her dreams upon a farther star.
2 months ago
2 months ago
“Writing is hard work. A clear sentence is no accident. Very few sentences come out right the first time, or even the third time. Remember this in moments of despair. If you find that writing is hard, it’s because it is hard.”