Snow Covered Soul

Tabby

[junglestrut]

[moonandtrees]

[smokefalls]

“It was still summer nonetheless and there was still greenery, which was so lush and overwhelming it was something of an argument for optimism, a reminder that I had to be alert to the beauty in excess, the beauty in things that quietly endured despite their unbeautiful contexts. If I admired my own abundances, my own little rebellions against subjugation, I reasoned, I could learn to be as alive as possible.”

— Billy-Ray Belcourt, A Minor Chorus

[daily-deliciousness]

French onion soup

[sunsbleeding]

[sophiaarchive]

[lost-boy-into-the-upper-heavenl]

[thoughtkick]

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”

— Ernest Hemingway

[thoughtkick]

“Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.”

— Ashley Purdy

[omgislena-blog]

[browndresswithwhitedots]

The hopes and dreams we once had are rarely the ones we have now but that’s a good thing. Because old dreams, like bread, grow stale become hard and lose their best flavor. -Jonathan Carroll

[quietedd]

[thoughtkick]

“This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.”

— Jodi Picoult

[fleur-angedesir]

Champagne !

illustration René Gruau (1949)

[fullcravings]

Key Lime Cake

[lettersfromthelighthouse]

Almost everyone notes that there is no “time” in Las Vegas, no night and no day and no past and no future (…); neither is there any logical sense of where one is. One is standing on a highway in the middle of a vast hostile desert looking at an eighty-foot sign which blinks “STARDUST” or “CAESAR’S PALACE.” Yes, but what does that explain? This geographical implausibility reinforces the sense that what happens there has no connection with “real” life; Nevada cities like Reno and Carson are ranch towns, Western towns, places behind which there is some historical imperative. But Las Vegas seems to exist only in the eye of the beholder.

Joan Didion, Marrying Absurd, 1967, in: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

[thoughtkick]

“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”

— Carlos Castaneda