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"You are wrong if you think joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. "
-Christopher McCandless
'Into The Wild'
“(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”
— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood
“Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research. I don’t dream of someone who understands me immediately, who seems to have known me my entire life, who says, I know me too. I want someone keen to learn my own strange organization, amazed at what’s revealed; someone who asks, and then what, and then what?
From The Giant’s House, Elizabeth McCracken
“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“There’s how I don’t answer the phone, and how I sometimes like to lie down on the floor in the kitchen and pretend I’m not home when people knock. There’s daytime silent when I stare, and a nighttime silent when I do things. There’s shower silent and bath silent and […] car silent and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore. That’s how this machine works.”
— Ada Limón, excerpt of “The Quiet Machine”, in Bright Dead Things
marcel proust, from in search of lost time vol. ii
“You don’t meet the people you love, you recognize them.”
― Anna Gavalda, “Life, Only Better” , trans. Tina Kover
“You and I know each other in our bones”
― Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Nanny Vonnegut
“but everyone had this patina
of slightly bruised longing, this shimmer of
I think I knew you when we were children,
this look of I’ve loved you ever since you
were born
and probably longer than that”
― Paul Hostovsky, from “Everyone was Beautiful,” Dear Truth (Main Street Rag, 2009)
“He’s been here in my heart before I even knew him. Understand? He’s always been here. Always.”
― Sandra Cisneros , from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Never Marry a Mexican,”
“You came into my life–not as one comes to visit…but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps…”
— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra Slonim (1923), Letters to Véra
“I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach
“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”
— Robert Brault
“Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”
somewhere else I am saying
“I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are,
it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
— Bob Hicok, Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem
“She said that she had been searching for my eyes in the crowd because she felt as if she were talking to my heart.”
— Audre Lorde, from “Zami: A New Spelling of my Name,” published c. 1982
“Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening…”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from You who never arrived (tr. by Stephen Mitchell); Uncollected Poems: 1913–1918
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath (via goodreadss)
“I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.”
— Sylvia Plath. (via sublimequotesilove)
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
— The Bell Jar; Sylvia Plath (via mylittlebookofquotes)
“Enjoy every little thing that life throws your way. The sunsets, the takeaways, the dogs, the laughter, the moon, the drinks and the soft toilet paper. Your happiness is too pure. You must wake up and understand that you are living someones dream. You are lucky enough to have so many good things, even if they are hidden within the bad. Enjoy everything, you never know how long you will have them for.”
—
even the toilet paper by Amy Kennedy
12/05/17
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Sacrificing your creativity to the hole in your chest.
The Lakes
Do you remember the day we drove to the lakes?
The entire drive there you went on about how much you loved that canyon and how often you used to visit.
I watched us fly past the road to the lakes and you didn't even notice. It was right there. You had no idea where we were? You didn't know where those lakes were...what did you know? The real you was showing, and it was ugly. I should've known better. I stayed in that car for too long until you crashed it. You crashed us.
Ah, don't be silly. You are not the art piece. You will turn over every bush and brandy to be wonderful enough. But they don't write about you and they don't sing about you and in the morning when you are bleak and cold they don't remember you. How lovely this lonely, the pleasure of sour grapes. If you close your eyes you'd just drift away.
"I remember
Dim light
Blue walls
White ceiling
I was young enough to not worry about work the next morning
An itch in my throat
Made me cough all night
With tired eyes
There was my mom
It was 4am but it was the third time she'd checked on me that night
Sitting on the edge of my bed
In her hand a small plastic cup of sweet syrup to help my cough.
.
.
Now I'm 20
The lights are off
My eyes can't find the walls
I will wake up at 4 this morning to get ready for my job
But this cough will keep me up all night
I'm old enough now to pour my own medicine
And it doesn't taste so sweet. "
-so//cough medicine
I have felt so out place lately.
I'm continually reminded of the girl I used to be. The girl I was before some unfortunate things fell into my lap. I feel like this is a regular thing to experience being human.
In the process of working through those things I lost so much of who I was at that time.
I was brought down to my studs and had to completely rebuild. Not out of want but necessity. The need to be okay.
The past few weeks have been about finding that girl.
Not a reinvention but a welcome home.
Quote by N.D.