Seeking Inspiration Midair with @manonwethly

To see more of Manon’s artfully captured images of #flyingstuff, follow @manonwethly.

For Dutch designer Manon Wethlij (@manonwethly), the contents of her arresting #flyingstuff photos are less important than the conversations they provoke. “People are free to see or feel whatever they want in the shapes,” Manon says. “I love that they make people talk to me and ask questions.”

“I studied architecture for two years, then graphic design, but the thing that has always made me happy is photography.” When she found Instagram, Manon says, “it was exactly what I needed to keep my photography enthusiasm alive. I was taking lots of photos every day and just storing them in my computer for no one to see.”

These days, it’s the response to her photos on Instagram that keeps Manon evolving creatively. “Everybody’s enthusiasm encourages me to try new things,” she explains, “It’s sort of addictive.”

Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.

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I love how in French you don’t really say eighty. You say quatre-vingts. Which means 4 20s.

Blaze it

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why do you care if people have tattoos and piercings or if people don’t wanna shave their legs or who people wanna fuck with

literally why do you care what someone else does with their own body if they’re not hurting anyone

it doesn’t affect you and there are a lot better things for you to actually give a fuck about

y’all got to work on your fucks budget, spend your fucks more wisely

ration all y’alls fucks


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This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via impetrate)

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Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
Every Last One (via impetrate)

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You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks.
Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via ahokage)

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I wish I could write more and not feel like such an idiot I wish I didn;t feel like I was taking the identities of others when I wrote from a perspective not my own I wish I could recognise not everything has to be a memoir I wish I could show not tell I wish I was less selfish I wish I was braver I wish I wish I wish oh my god these paragraphs end up in everything I write and it’s REALLY FUCKING EMBARRASSING EMBARRASSING EMBARRASSING and I need to delete a lot of files in case I die suddenly and these are left for people to read.
Dear god please don’t let me die before i’ve deleted stream of consciousness confessionals from all of my word documents.
just found this paragraph in the middle of a short story draft. nice one, libby. (via leafshadowss)

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Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’
Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via katamarang)

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I don’t know much,
but I can tell you what “whole” looks like.
I’ve seen it stumble forward
with weary eyes and tired hands.
Come close,
I will hand you a mirror
and tell you to look carefully.
Can you not hear the galaxies
beneath your skin?
They paint in whispers
that even oceans cannot grasp.
I know it took a hurricane and two floods,
but there is soil in your ribcage;
your scars told me so.
Don’t mind them though,
they’re just reminders
that you love harder than anyone else.
I know you might feel hollow,
but there is a reason your heart
has lofted ceilings.
Never forget how you fought
for all that space.
Look carefully.
These gray skies inside your lungs
are simply a canvas,
and you rain so beautifully.
Oh darling,
you rain so beautifully.
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I want the part of you that you refuse to give to anyone.

Ally (via thankswhore)

Multumesc ca :)

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One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
Unknown, Humans of New York (via textposter)

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Silence becomes cowardice when occasion demands speaking out the whole truth and acting accordingly.
Mahatma Gandhi (via purplebuddhaproject)

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