In 1952, Goodnight Moon (1947) author Margaret Wise Brown was in France on a publicity tour when she developed appendicitis and was taken to the hospital for emergency surgery. To show the staff that she was feeling well after the operation, she kicked her leg in the air—a move that dislodged a blood clot in her leg. The clot made its way to her brain, killing the 42-year-old children’s author.
a bee on a white flower
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Cosiness is a broad concept. It is a feeling of refuge, comfort and wellbeing. It is the idea of being in a space where you feel completely content and at ease.
During the pandemic, global interest in all things cosy has risen. Across interiors products, keywords related to cosy living rose 46% in the UK and 11% in the US. "Cacooning" was one of Pinterests' top trends for 2021, and "cosy aesthetic outfits" rose 100% from last year.
, genre: animal painting, style: Romanticism.
https://uploads3.wikiart.org/images/alexander-pope/japanese-chin-and-goldfish.jpg- Control your behavior and seek out repetitive contact with or substantive exposure to out-group members.
- Be mindful of societal-level power differences without perpetuating them yourself.
- Be respectful.
- Leaders should devote considerable effort and attention to creating the right conditions for optimal intergroup contact.
- Practice simple empathetic mental exercises like putting yourself in someone else's shoes and thinking about what life is from their perspective.
- People must be given the chance or opportunity to do better.
Exoskeletal waste
peeled off in sickening
stretches of torn
bone marrow ripping.
T
O
S aside as
S rubbish.
E
D
Rummage through file cabinets of
trials,habits,love
and
all the other trivial things
we can't breath without.
Sticky soul penetrated by a
roaming finger.
Lingering aftertaste.
Smash the case
and open up
my mind
or don't.
Who cares either way?
Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's
heart,beating in a soggy pile.
Terrains of orange like the
straining morning trying to invade the horizon again.
Adjust the tint knob.
Life is green.
And always moreso on the other side
of discovery.
Rubbery shrapnel.
Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence.
Armor annihilated and discarded.
Amour,why?These flakes span our parted
ways
my melting
dove.
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Justin Sun Eats Maurizio Cattelan’s Banana He Bought for $6.2 M. at Sotheby’s in New York Last Week
On Friday, Justin Sun, the Chinese-born crypto entrepreneur who purchased Maurizio Cattelan’s Comedian, made good on his promise to eat the banana.
https://t.co/q5NxSSv8VmRecessions are really "depressions," but the term "depression" seems too terrifying. After the Great Depression, economists began to use the word "recession" instead.
The 2007-09 recession involved a financial crisis, high unemployment, and falling prices, and was named the Great Recession. Our current recession is still without a name.
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I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.
I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.
I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.
I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.
I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.
I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.
They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.
I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.
I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.
I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.
, genre: abstract, style: Light and Space, tags: Light, Rectangle, completition: 2007.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/images/gregg-renfrow/06-47-2007.jpgblue seclusion
illuminating the midnight forest
every breath sending a cloud of cold crystals
it is all the best
looking at the cold blue moon
wondering.....
Will I die soon?
Is this the last thing of beauty I see?
And something tells me no
To keep living my life
Because....
There is another full moon
Around the corner