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Jules of Nature
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JBB: An Artblog!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art
RMH
noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
NASA
Not today Justin
hello vonnie
$LAYYYTER
ellievsbear
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“So instead of giving in to despair I chose active melancholy, in so far as I was capable of activity, in other words I chose the kind of melancholy that hopes, that strives and that seeks, in preference to the melancholy that despairs numbly and in distress.”
— Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre
Inside by Elena Efanova
Jane B. par Agnès V. (Agnès Varda, 1988)
Tired all the time and I wish I knew what the cause is.
— Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923
Some travel journal spreads from The Hike Guy on flickr (downloaded them from pinterest)
virtual journal, 13/10
i finished this journal now, but i can’t believe i haven’t posted these pictures yet! i’ve also always loved make lil collages with ephemera i collect in the daily, they look silly and unpolished but i care about them very much!!
pro tip: listening to brown noise is great if you wish to dull background noise but still be able to listen actively ⏳🎞️
“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time
"bigger idiots than me have done it" is a phrase I live by
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
to love and be loved is to rest
“In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be, what I might aspire to, and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself.”
— Anna Quindlen (via bookaddict24-7)
does anybody have that cat poem, you know the one. not mary oliver's poem. the one about a cat growing up with you like brothers but him still being small whereas you've grown tall. i need a good cry
this poem is literally my last straw
Transcription of the poem for easier reading:
my cat is sad.
no one else in his family is a cat
we are all human except for him
he is excluded from most things
and no one tells him why
he just wants to play
and be loved
he looks at us with wonder
and disappointment
he says hello i am a cat what is my existence
what is that / why it and not me / please can you look at me and love me too
can i have some of your food please im sorry i dont like my food so much
do you want to play with my toys? this one is my favourite
do you like me
are we brothers
why didnt i grow up
why am i so small
can you help me be happy
where are you going
my cat is happy.
no one else in his family is a cat
we are all human except for him
he is the star of most things
and everyone tells him why
he just wants to play (he does)
and be loved (he is)
he looks at us with love
and playful disdain
he says hello i am a cat here is my existence
what is that / when can I sit on it / touch it / please can you look away from it I love you
can i have some of your food please im starving to death but yes I ate all mine why are you asking
do you want to play with my toys? this one is my favorite
i like you
you are my big brother
im never gonna grow up
im so small
but you lift me up and show me things
ill help you be happy
watch me go! (zoomies time)
Joy Harjo, “Fall Song” [ID in alt text]
“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
somebody in the notes posted this screenshot from the one & only, ursula k let guin. and now i'm screaming wtf
WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE HORRIBLY:
1. You’ll never write anything if you don’t
