[catsofyore]

This is a photo from a sweet and funny book called The Silent Miaow by Paul Gallico with photos by Suzanne Szasz. It’s a cute manual that teaches stray cats how to train humans and get them to let you move in and take over. 1964.

[lazyyogi]

The spiritual path is not about gaining anything. You are already whole—exactly as you are.

Rather, it’s about what you don’t lose.

You don’t lose your peace in the face of fear. You don’t lose your love in the presence of suffering. You don’t lose your clarity in the grip of anxiety. You don’t lose your authentic presence in the marketplace of identities.

That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

[inneroptics]

Thundercloud, Lake Tahoe, 1938 - Ansel Adams

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Fred Lyon :: from Figure # 1, 1951 / original source from scanned magazine in hi-res: puppies and flowers more [+] by this photographer 

[comiques]

Sometimes you just feel like drawing something so anyway here is a cat and a naked lady having a dance party

[neverneverland]

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

 — Louise Glück

[fragrantblossoms]

Wright Morris.  Curtained Window, 1947.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.

Mary Oliver, from New And Selected Poems, Volume Two (via soiecerise)

[existentialsentimental]

April 16, 2020

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Model of the Moon at Field Columbian Museum, Chicago, ca. 1894

[jonasgrossmann]

[adreciclarte]

Diane Arbus - Self Portrait, 1945 

[liquidnight]

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.

Martin Buber, The Legend of the Baal-Shem (via mudwerks)

[existentialsentimental]

Harriet Lerner, PhD -- The Dance of Connection

[mirayama]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I feel the approach of a permanent spring fever. The best spring fever is that which seeks love and warmth, and is without ideas or fever or nerves, and spends sunny Sunday walking in the park and realizing how peaceful life is.

Allen Ginsberg, from a letter to Jack Kerouac (via violentwavesofemotion)

[imnook]