metaconscious:
Eizo, a manufacturer of medical imaging equipment, has released a revealing new calendar to promote their wares. The Eizo X-Ray Pin-Up Calendar is at once hilarious and inventive, a most creative way of promoting their brand to their clientele and beyond. Hats off to BUTTER, the Berlin-based advertising agency who came up with this little stroke of genius for Eizo.
(via The Coolist)
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“Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via wward)(via mysterination)
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*dances about* Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ^_^
I don’t quite know what to do. I feel like even though everything that I said is the truth, and even though I tried and it deserved to be known, it all got washed away again. I could very well be wrong, I don’t know. I take it as a giant ‘maybe’. Like.. Maybe I should just stop talking for a while. Stop trying to regain what I accidentily damaged in the process of regaining my self. Stop killing myself over and over again because I want certain people back in my life, but I don’t want people to have to choose sides, especially when it comes to close bonds of friends and/or family. That is NOT my intention in the least bit. I just don’t want things falsified or left hanging because I up and left and hurt people that had nothing to do with the situation. Yes, there are more than one side to every story, and each person sees their own side differently. But we all are to blame, and we all share the pain.
I miss my sisters. I do. It makes me so freaking happy to be talking to Christie again, and getting the chance to see her, as even Josh can attest to. And being able to see Mouse and hang out with her at Windsor was beyond fantastic. I felt horrible telling her a minor version of what had occurred between her brother, soon to be sister in law, and I, but I also felt she had the right to know that my sudden departure was in no way meant to hurt her. My silly fear of even driving down that street, for fear of more shitstorms, was not towards her at all. I never wanted to hurt her. I reacted badly to the situation and needed to figure my own shit out, and as she even put on facebook not long ago, life would be easier if everyone communicated. But they don’t. Not unless its through online or text.
I just… don’t know what to do.
Guess I’m going to sleep.
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