Rhythm and Blue

Read Me. See me. Carrie Lee, 24. Student by day, writer by dreams. District of Columbia wanderer nursing a heart full of California coast line.

[explore-blog]

You are what you settle for. You are only as much as you settle for.

Janice Joplin's final interview, September 30, 1970 (via explore-blog)

[everybodyandtelevision]

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Mary Oliver, Wild Geese (via everybodyandtelevision)

[beewalker-deactivated20190412]

Rog - Slide Film [Test] Fuji Provia 100F

http://beewalker.com/projects

[ziio]

[creatingaquietmind-deactivated2]

What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background. All this can be altered if we have the courage to examine how it formed us. We can alter the chemistry provided we have the courage to dissect the elements.

Anaïs Nin (via creatingaquietmind)

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[odditiesoflife]

Amazing Street Art from Plastic Jesus

From the crowded urban streets of Los Angeles, California comes a street artist known as Plastic Jesus. He creates incredible and controversial art installations, such as a giant mouse-trap with credit cards as bait, a fake grave with flowers and a mock rifle positioned as a headstone for the 11,458 people killed during 2011 and 2012 with automatic weapons or a giant spilled can of Mountain Dew cordoned off as if it were toxic waste. He consistently creates public mixed-media pieces that point out the negative aspects of our culture into something thought provoking. The installations above are titled as followed:

Stop Making Stupid People Famous

Credit Trap

Toxic Hazard

No Kardashians

American Excess

RIP 11,458

source 1, 2, 3

[karpetheday]

[whitneyrmcguire]

My friends are awesome

[rhythmandblue-blog-blog]

Word.

[rhythmandblue-blog-blog]

are you on instagram by any chance?

I am. carrieelysia 

[oofpoetry]

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

Cormac Mccarthy, Suttree (via oofpoetry)

[kittenmeats]

[rhythmandblue-blog-blog]

"The Man Who Lies" (1968) - Alain Robbe-Grillet

[beyonce]

[habeshasbeauty]

black beauties ->

[djamp-g-blog]

Sexy ass jump suits….

[rhythmandblue-blog-blog]

love me a funny jumpsuit.

[mattybing1025]

Jackie Brown (1997)

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

If you deliberately plan on being less than you are capable of being, then I warn you that you’ll be unhappy for the rest of your life.

Abraham Maslow  (via thatkindofwoman)

Say it AGAIN.

[foxmouth]

The Halted Traveller, 2012

“The term ‘halted traveller’ is usually associated with German romantic painters like Caspar David Friedrich, to describe a person seen from behind facing a lanscape. The lonely wanderer appears to have been halted by the view of the landscape.

This implies to us as a viewer that there is perhaps more to the landscape than we see. One can also identify with the figure. His posture invites you to imagine what he feels facing this landscape in front of his and your eyes.”

by Damien Rayuela

[kevc]

[rarararambles]

I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.

T.S Elliot, Slow Dance (via emptieds)