Daniel Wilt
Reblogged from todayislovely
Daniel Wilt is so awesome. He deserves a medal for being a fantastic friend!
Will you journey down the rabbit hole? Here's to an interesting look, in my opinion, of the things of life.
Suggestions, Questions, and/or Dialogue are all wanted and asked for.
Reblogged from todayislovely
Daniel Wilt is so awesome. He deserves a medal for being a fantastic friend!
Reblogged from eyes-like-marbles
OH MY GOD! This + the music is too much to handle hahaha
(Source: kaynayan)
The School: IN ORDER FOR THE ADMISSIONS STAFF OF OUR COLLEGE TO GET TO
KNOW YOU, THE APPLICANT, BETTER, WE ASK THAT YOU ANSWER THE FOLLOWING
QUESTION: ARE THERE ANY SIGNIFICANT EXPERIENCES YOU HAVE HAD, OR
ACCOMPLISHMENTS YOU HAVE REALIZED, THAT HAVE HELPED TO DEFINE YOU AS A
PERSON?
The Applicant: I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I
have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making
them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic
slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time
efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot
bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook
Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a
veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly
defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious
army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the
subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large
suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On
Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of
charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear.
I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I
have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last
summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force
demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me
fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy.
I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day
and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I
know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have
performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week;
when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I
successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a
small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On
weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami.
Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.
I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a
toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San
Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the
Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and
I have spoken with Elvis.
But I have not yet gone to college.
Reblogged from yiskahessie
Reblogged from these-machines-will-rust
One of my favorite things about literature is when you read it you have a revelation. That revelation could be good, bad, or indifferent, but it is nice to see that literature still speaks to people. I am reading Wuthering Heights and I have enjoyed reading it the second time through; the first being in high school. I am not quite done but this synopsis of what seems like the plot line of Days of Our Lives has been nice, in the fact that it has enabled me to see certain situations, in my life, differently. If you have never read and you are interested in a book, I would say give it a shot and if you don’t like it move on but I definitely am enjoying this time around.
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine…”
It was an okay year. I am glad it is over. 2012, please be a little better than last.
“I know you left, but I’ll stay here waiting for you. I’ll keep your drink filled and your seat saved. Never be afraid to come back; it’s your seat and none can fill it. Be safe and hurry back, please.”