#abstract thinking

[creature-wizard]

Something I have noticed over the years, is that people are constantly mistaking their own abstract thoughts and thinking processes for "higher truths" and "transcendent realities." It happens very often among mystical types, and reactionary spiritualities are hugely fueled by it. I think this needs to be recognized and called out as a form of pseudointellectualism more often.

[spltlvlhous]

one time my sibling said “u cant just become internet famous its something that happens completely randomly” well even if its after i die my tumblr will always exist and be the grooviest blog on tumvlr it exists forever and ive been saying the same shit for months and months and months now. dan started making videos with the sole intention of getting phil’s attention. i just wanna make videos and art with the ppl whose work i admire. and, i’m an artist

and designer

(especially lighting design)

you areny gonna find this anywhere else.

you aren’t gonna find me anywhere else. im a blogger. i blog. blog blog blog blog everyday. i dont care about fame. i do not care for bloodlines.

, when someone feels connected to my creations

i am connected to them,

the universal language.

yes, dan and phil are british—

but i’m sure they’ll understand.

kocham cię, dan i phil.

[alg3braicc]

i only recently realized that byler is technically also a ship name for jancy but for some reason ppl only use that ship name for mike and will instead of nancy and jonathan….what if it was the other way around… what if byler was called WIKE and JANCY was called byler

oh yeah i ship WIKE

hey guys have you seen the WIKE proof slides

hey guys are you team harringler or byler

[euesworld]

"She's got roses growing up her heart, thorns and all don't get me started.. and when I look at her, all I can think is that's true art. She's so beautiful that she's all you'll ever see, it's like being at the beach and trying not to see the sea.. it's like being in the garden and not seeing flowers, like being in the presence of greatness and not feeling power. She is so divine, like these roses that try to grow in my mind.."

And I hope that you will find, her.. she is the absence of hurt, basically the whole reason why we have a world - eUë

[raffaellopalandri]

Curating Purpose: Hobbies as Expressions of Mindfulness and Impermanence

Daily writing promptWhat is your favorite hobby or pastime?View all responses When it comes to discussing my hobbies, it’s essential to first address the concept of “favourites.” I do not have a favourite of anything, as favouring one thing over another would imply attachment, and attachment can lead to a sense of permanence or possessiveness—an idea I do not resonate with. Photo by Kevin…

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[s-kierkegaard]

‘If abstract thinking is assumed to be the highest, it follows that scientific scholarship and thinkers proudly abandon existence and leave the rest of us to put up with the worst.’

Johannes Climacus, CUP.

[make-happy-memories]

A Slice

I am a consumer being consumed. 

I am the maker of my own doom.

I search for stars at night, sometimes they’re there. Other times all I see is an empty stare looking back at me. 

What is out there? Can it hear my cries and pleas? 

My brain is foggy and I’m messed up inside. Never tried dying, though I stab myself in the heart every day from the words I think and the reality I’ve created for myself. 

Accountability, Responsibility, and Forgiveness are themes in my best interest to succeed on this quiet quest to happiness and self love. I’m homesick for the organized clutter I once spent many years putting back together. When things come together it seems like they soon just fall apart again. 

I feel like I’ve lost my touch and tune to my own drum. It’s flying high above me somewhere, stuck in a tree or floating on a cloud. I just have to reach out, whether it be by a latter or wings that have been gifted to me.

This is how it goes. I get sick of it, and finally have enough. Of the excuses, of reliving the pain, of holding on, of wishing, of sleeping, of allowing myself to be consumed by parts of my life that have been put to rest. Or so I thought they were. Turns out the demons come back to play once in a while. They miss the sweet dance and rhythm of misfortune and being dealt a bad deck. Even though the cards have been played, they insist on coming up with new games. Lately my poker face has not been deceiving. If I blink twice, know that I am okay.

Know that I am on my way to finding the light at the end. That my friends, should be a never ending search. 

[flybybee]

Details of some works in progress.