idk but when i discover new books and music i’m just excited to be alive again. yes a bit dramatic but that’s how i feel when i discover them
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idk but when i discover new books and music i’m just excited to be alive again. yes a bit dramatic but that’s how i feel when i discover them
“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it's a feather bed.”
— Terence McKenna
Creative work needs solitude. It needs concentration, without interruptions. It needs the whole sky to fly in, and no eye watching until it comes to that certainty which it aspires to, but does not necessarily have at once. Privacy, then. A place apart - to pace, to chew pencils, to scribble and erase and scribble again. But just as often, if not more often, the interruption comes not from another but from the self itself, or some other self within the self, that whistles and pounds upon the door panels and tosses itself, splashing, into the pond of meditation. And what does it have to say? That you must phone the dentist, that you are out of mustard, that your uncle Stanley’s birthday is two weeks hence. You react, of course. Then you return to your work, only to find that the imps of idea have fled back into the mist.
Mary Oliver, with gratitude to Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
Bonjour Tristesse (1958) // Blue is the Warmest Color (2013)
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.”
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
I made this illustration to remember David Bowie’s passing, which marked 3 years yesterday.
We miss you, Starman! 💫⚡️
you don’t have to wait until you crash and burn to start self care
Superboy & Supergirl The End of the F***ing World
The Self-Titled Tour: Dublin, Ireland (09/04)
You probably wouldn’t worry about what people think of you if you could know how seldom they do.”
Olin Miller (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Radiohead
me: *receives nonsense information from a dream*
me: this is hidden knowledge only i am privy to
“shoutout to everyone making progress that no one recognized because you never let anyone see your darkest moments. i see you and i am so, so proud of every little step you’re making in the right direction.” —@@thepersephonecabin
artwork by Fernanda Schallen