"A communications executive for media mogul Barry Diller went from relative obscurity to global pariah after an insensitive tweet about AIDS and Africa went viral. Wondering how many TOTD’s she got for her rude tweet?"

PR executive Justine Sacco’s insensitive tweet goes global

"My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?" Bob Hope 

Best GWP to date!

Best GWP to date!

weandthecolor:

Typographic Poster Design by Alex Beltechi
More of the typographic artworks by The Type Collective on WE AND THE COLOR.
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weandthecolor:

Typographic Poster Design by Alex Beltechi

More of the typographic artworks by The Type Collective on WE AND THE COLOR.

DesignBranding, and Graphic Design on WE AND THE COLOR
WATC//Facebook//Twitter//Google+//Pinterest

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sarkastickunt:

For my Ezra Dean, who would have been 17 years old.
And for all the other lost angels.
Sleep well, my baby.

sarkastickunt:

For my Ezra Dean, who would have been 17 years old.

And for all the other lost angels.

Sleep well, my baby.

I Killed Her.

When you kill, or do away with someone who never existed, it’s not really murder. At least it’s not murder in the legal sense of the word. So, I killed my Theo. 

It was painful watching a sensitive whisp of me and my imagination being exploited and ridiculed. Felt wretched, like monitoring someone on their deathbed, a mind out of my body experience.

Theodora in me became a punching bag for some. And, being true to the fire that fueled spirit, heated her beliefs, she continued. Not letting the distractions take over her purpose or censor what she had to say. They brought it out.

Using Theo, I was able to see my fears. And to recognize the pain, not just mine, but all that is among us. Also felt the unexpected, massive warmth and need for attention, love, companionship that is out there.

Anyway, one day, my inner Theo no longer felt the need to play the game. The game that has no rules.

That was the day the Theo in me died. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR. BOOM.

HAPPY NEW YEAR. BOOM.

thetaoofdana:

life feng shui.