anthony bourdain - clips from roadrunner & a cooks tour
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anthony bourdain - clips from roadrunner & a cooks tour
The situ in Iran and the world is so unbearable, I am just unspeakably sad about it
“My brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the world…”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov.
I haven’t really used this or written much in nearly 2 years and yet somehow it’s still impossible to delete and idk why? Maybe because there are so many little things hidden away here, I read something or see a quote and am instantly and viscerally transported back to a specific moment I didn’t even realise I still had locked away
Some of it still resonates. Mostly i’ve come to realise that there will always be some element of life that is either hanging in balance, or completely fucked. The moment one part is sorted, something else crumbles away. But that’s okay and you’re allowed to let yourself be happy day to day while you patch up the next bit, and the bit after that, and the bit after that….
mary oliver / bradley trumpfheller
Katsushika Hokusai, The Red Fuji color woodcut Edo (Japanese period) 1830-32, printed later
lots of other strikes of this print, really fascinating variations I think. Search them under the artist tag
Felix Vallotton, 1913
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before you reach out to someone you miss, remember why they’re not there anymore. understand the possible consequences of reopening that door. it’s easy to impulsively run back to something that feels so familiar. but not every door is worth reopening.
Dream Home Series. ✨
one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and it’s happening right now and it’s still good even if it’s not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. like… this is it. this is life. you’ll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you don’t love life for what it is now and make the most of it
i was re-watching ‘maya angelou: still i rise’ & lost my mind & heart during this reading of ‘the mask’ so i decided to record + upload for anyone who would also like to be brought to tears.
I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.
A Midcentury Studio Apartment in Sweden