sometimes i think adulthood just means constantly searching for and chasing that joy you so effortlessly felt during your childhood
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sometimes i think adulthood just means constantly searching for and chasing that joy you so effortlessly felt during your childhood
pictures that fill me with infinite tenderness
the talented mr. ripley, dir. anthony minghella (1999) // the complex art of murder: the talented mr. ripley, graham daseler //Â naples, italy, henri cartier-bresson.
hey bro can we like adopt paralleling themes and symbolize opposites but in a two sides of the same coin kind of way? it doesnât have to be weird. wait what do you mean thats gay
personally if iâm out walking and smell laundry or someone elseâs cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre
please document your life; take pictures and videos, keep a journal & record voice memosâŚthe most insignificant moments will become some of your favourite memories one day
hands sculpture by Louise Bourgeois (1993)
tamino photographed by ramy moharam fouad for the sahar tour promo
the curious house
just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing⌠it is enough.Â
ancient sumerian little girl kicking her legs up in her bedroom imprinting images of gilgamesh and enkidu kissing on her cuneiform clay tablet and then taking it to her mom to bake and preserve it
thinking about all the âsmallâ art thatâs ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didnât survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!
womenâs bodies in sculpture appreciation
childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive
oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing youâve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah. im so grateful for the little enjoyments
*opens word doc covered in blood* it doesnât have to be good. it just has to be done.
this post is for anyone who feels a little lost right now. maybe you donât know what your path in life is yet. maybe you hate your job. maybe youâre still in school and youâve changed your major three times. maybe youâre confused about what it is that you want. maybe you know exactly what you want but have no idea how to get it.Â
you will figure it out. you are not dead yet. you are going to figure your shit out. i believe in you.Â