Blū.

Hitchhiker in stasis. Grounding myself, trying to simplify and assess. Welcome, take your shoes off and enjoy the vibe.

[theartofanimation]

Yaoyao Ma Van As  -  http://yaoyaoartblog.tumblr.com  -  https://twitter.com/yaoyaomva?lang=es  -  https://www.facebook.com/Yaoyao-Ma-Van-As-Art-484891181889354  -  https://www.instagram.com/yaoyaomva/?hl=es

[blu-delarue]

tonight, something with sentimental value shattered, so I gathered all the pieces and took pictures of them with lighting at various angles. so many perspectives, so many interpretations. I can keep the shards, put them in my pocket to bring out when I’m feeling low, cut my fingers on them again and again. or I can make a sacred moment of it, create something meaningful, give it the space it deserves, and then turn it into something new. (at Bellingham, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5ZjLMbgGxK/?igshid=1xh3033t0pbnz

[blu-delarue]

this year has been a teacher. it has taught me the reserves of strength I didn’t know I had. it has taught me to be kind to myself. it has shown me the fire within. more than anything, it has taught me loss and gifted me pain. it reached right into my chest, ripped my heart out, roots and all, and handed it back to me as a gift. I don’t spend much time in morose moods. I weep, then I get back up and into the flow of life. usually I eat something too, because below my heart lies my stomach. we all end someday, and I’m of the mind that the soil of all of this suffering and sorrow is what enables happiness, hope, and humor to grow in each of us, and in nature. but fuck this year. fuck this fucking year. fuck you 2019. I’m done with you. done, done, done. you soaked up all the tears I have thricefold. there are none left, yet I know you’ll demand more. rare are the years I willingly forget, and you are chief among them. into my compost heap you go, to become fertile soil for better years to grow from. burn, die, rot, and begone. I wipe the dust of you from my feet as I walk on to better adventures. and yet I am thankful for you. *pictured:* words I wrote during the throes of feeling the most exquisite emptiness, bookended by two pictures that I took that reflect, in a way, how it feels sometimes within. you can always find a mirror in nature. in greatest yin there is always the seed of yang, and I always find humor or hope after the darkness passes along. (at Bellingham, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5XHkZ-AOrn/?igshid=mxe56ehzd2ax

[90377]

Petit-déjeuner complet by Marc Andreu

[highways-are-liminal-spaces]

Driving I-65 from Louisville to Bowling Green on a summer night

Taken August 2018

[70sscifiart]

The House of the Future. Motorola advertisements from the early 1960s, illustrated by Charles Schridde. He did a lot.

[nevver]

Knock loud I’m home, David Foster Nass

[nevver]

Darkness on the Edge of Town, Michael Streckbein

[nevver]

In living color, Yann Lecoeur

[autumnalsoul]

Photo by Alisa Anton on Unsplash

[theartofanimation]

Evgeny Lushpin

[nevver]

Abandonment issues, Austin Hodges

[nevver]

Open all night, Xavier ortela

[cabinporn]

Algonquin Provincial Park, Green Bay, Ontario, Canada

Submitted by Anthony Green 

[theonion]

Mitch McConnell Sees Infinite Healthcare Plans After Dropping Acid To Inspire Ideas For Obamacare Replacement

WASHINGTON—Seeking to open his mind to new possibilities for overhauling the U.S. healthcare system, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) reportedly witnessed an infinite number of replacement plans Wednesday after dropping acid to inspire ideas for an Obamacare alternative.

Shortly after the 75-year-old Republican senator ingested two 100-microgram tabs of LSD in his Congressional office, sources said countless substitutes for the Affordable Care Act began to explode before his eyes in luminescent, hyper-vivid colors and patterns.

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[thequotejournals]

Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

Jhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies (via dead-and-grateful)

[nevver]

Journey to the Center of the Earth