I need to start painting again.
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Okay????
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Pretty bird.
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GPOY
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Royal Futura Typewriter Ad by sueism1 on Flickr.
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colores de una ciudad by mario.mc on Flickr.
I almost can’t believe this is real, how extraordinary.
“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life.” —
Family Happiness, Leo Tolstoy
Passage highlighted in one of the books found with Chris McCandless’s remains.
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(via vertere)
Faulkner was a postmaster, Kafka an insurance agent, Brontë a governess. The day jobs of famous authors.
This is why people need to support authors / artists. Think of all the time and energy these brilliant writers wasted on day jobs.
Seriously! Ladies, if a guy says your ass is amazing or fantastic or the best he has ever seen, that means that it is something he will never forget and compare every girl he meets to. It’s one of the best physical compliments you can receive, I don’t understand why you would even begin to think that it could be a bad thing, or that your ass is fat, or too big.
This is likely the best advice I’ve ever given.
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isn’t it strange how attractive people are really just a nice-looking arrangement of atoms
like
damn you have a great deoxyribonucleic acid arrangement
Your atoms are so pretty.
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THAT IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT MOM - LEFT
I AM GOING TO THROW THEM IN THE AIR AND CATCH THEM IN MY MOUTH - RIGHT
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Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles — a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other — that kept me going.
The Rum Diaries
bronte house/virginia kerridge
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“Lovers alone wear sunlight” — e e cummings (via pavorst)