[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars

[asphyxiated-lungs]

rock bottom isn’t all bad! look at these cool rocks i found

[ex0skeletal-undead]

The Apotheosis of War, 1871 painting by Vasily Vereshchagin

[mogamoka]

Superman & Batman scene redraw

[newretronet]

Visit NewRetro.Net for A journey to the Past  -

[cyberpunky]

Lincoln Hughes art

[fairycosmos]

god forbid a woman is boring and a low achiever and likes to drink

[firstfullmoon]

Maria Gray, from “Bad Nostalgia”

[glowluminance]

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.

[1617]

sometimes life puts you in the same situation again to see if you’re still a dumbass

[psikonauti]

Santiago Licata (Argentine, b. 1986)

Untitled, 2019

Graphite grease on paper

[godtrauma]

kinda fucked how a full-blown mental breakdown/ugly sobbing crying episode is supposed be like, all good for your soul and whatever but it always comes with insane headache/congestion shit. like yeah i scream-exorcised a rotting part of myself but at what cost.

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, “Thoughts from Underground”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[obsessedbyneon]

California Pacific furniture, commercial from 1988 👁️‍🗨️

[productomag]

john galliano fall 2007

[funeral]

We are wired to feel alive and vital in the thralls of progression and movement towards something that aligns with the strange barometer of meaning inside each of us. But there is no meaning beyond that. At least none that we have access to. The motivation for something—for anything—must then be found in what is immediately expressed and experienced in the present now. For some, this means a rapid, fast-paced, large-scale lifestyle; and for others, it means a slow-paced simple, quiet lifestyle. Both are equally meaningless to the universe and both are equally meaningful to those who live well in it.

Robert Pantano, Notes from the End of Everything

[myblognameisadam-deactivated202]

ruiner by

Ching Yeh