Sunday, April 20, 2014
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. John Green, Looking for Alaska (via observando)
I am
a series of
small victories
and large defeats
and I am as
as any other
I have gotten
from there to
Charles Bukowski (via purplebuddhaproject)
When he accepted the Nobel prize in 1982, Garcia Marquez described Latin America as a “source of insatiable creativity, full of sorrow and beauty, of which this roving and nostalgic Colombian is but one cipher more, singled out by fortune. Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination, for our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable.” Garcia Marquez, Nobel laureate, dies at 87. (via washingtonpost)
Saturday, April 19, 2014
When my body and your body
Lie together under a white sheet
Your head on my arm
Your leg thrown over my leg
The whole long continent of you
The pale ridgeline of your ribcage and hip and thigh
Neighbour to me
There is nothing that needs to be explained
Or accomplished, the world is at rest and complete
And though
We drift apart in the eddies of the day
We will find our way back
To the slight hollows that mark the place
Where we lie now, astonished, saying nothing
Walt Whitman, Nude Study.  (via deepspacebears)

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Just fixing these real quick

This makes me happy beyond belief 

This is brilliant.

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Stephen gets it. 

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I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away. Vincent van Gogh, Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (via quiescent-soul)

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Taste every fruit of every tree in the garden at least once. It is an insult to creation not to experience it fully. Temperance is wickedness. Stephen Fry (via unejeunedemoiselle)