i walk alone

I am on a journey and this is what i have found along the way.

[jspark3000]

We often waste an incredible amount of time wanting to be somewhere else, someone else. Our head-space gets clogged with compare, contrast, what if, why can’t, I should. But you’re never getting this time back. You can’t borrow tomorrow. Please don’t save the best for last. The best is all of you, here, where you are, brightly lit and painfully now, in this breath you’re leaving. Each second dies as it is born; every hello must say goodbye; all is fading in the collapsing hallway of a fragile hourglass, a grain at a time. You are here. The best is you, now.

[wnq-anonymous]

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.

Anonymous (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[onceuponawildflower]

[bijou3owl]

Guys Mark Hamill is offering to read Trump tweets as The Joker someone teach him how to use Soundcloud stat.

[bijou3owl]

IT’S HAPPENING.

[bijou3owl]

HE DID THE THING

https://audioboom.com/posts/5471405-the-trumpster-quote-1

[flyingiseasy-landingnotsomuch]

You are now building memories, make them good.

Unknown (via flyingiseasy-landingnotsomuch)

[purplebuddhaproject]

[schmidtsburg]

[timeslipsbye]

pretty much how my life is going right now. 

[lasplayaslasmontanas]

WORDS TO LIVE BY: Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

Emerson (via lasplayaslasmontanas)

[wordsnquotes]

The most important thing in life is to stop saying ‘I wish’ and start saying ‘I will.’ Consider nothing impossible, then treat possibilities as probabilities.

Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (via wordsnquotes)

[micdotcom]

Sage advice. See more highlights from Drake’s SNL.

[tiny-facts]

Life hacks/Tips Here 

[ill-tumble-for-yah]

[class-struggle-anarchism]

And the laborer who for 12 hours long, weaves, spins, bores, turns, builds, shovels, breaks stone, carries hods, and so on – is this 12 hours’ weaving, spinning, boring, turning, building, shovelling, stone-breaking, regarded by him as a manifestation of life, as life? Quite the contrary. Life for him begins where this activity ceases, at the table, at the tavern, in bed. The 12 hours’ work, on the other hand, has no meaning for him as weaving, spinning, boring, and so on, but only as earnings, which enable him to sit down at a table, to take his seat in the tavern, and to lie down in a bed. If the silk-worm’s object in spinning were to prolong its existence as caterpillar, it would be a perfect example of a wage-worker.

Karl Marx, Wage Labour and Capital (via class-struggle-anarchism)

[literatureandfairytales]

‘There are quiet places also in the mind,’ he said meditatively. ‘But we build bandstands and factories on them. Deliberately - to put a stop to the quietness. We don’t like the quietness. All the thoughts, all the preoccupations in my head - round and round, continually.’ He made a circular motion with his hand. ‘All the jazz bands, the music-hall songs, the boys shouting the news. What’s it for? what’s it all for? To put an end to the quiet, to break it up and disperse it, to pretend at any cost it isn’t there. Ah, but it is; it is there, in spite of everything, at the back of everything. Lying awake at night, sometimes - not restlessly, but serenely, waiting for sleep - the quiet re-establishes itself, piece by piece; all the broken bits, all the fragments of it we’ve been busily dispersing all day long. It re-establishes itself, an inward quiet, like this outward quiet of grass and trees. It fills one, it grows - a crystal quiet, a growing, expanding crystal. It grows, it becomes more perfect; it is beautiful and terrifying, yes, terrifying as well as beautiful. For one’s alone in the crystal and there’s no support from outside, there’s nothing external and important, nothing external and trivial to pull oneself up by or to stand on, superiorly, contemptuously, so that one can look down. There’s nothing to laugh at or feel enthusiastic about. But the quiet grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably.’

Aldous Huxley, Antic Hay (via literatureandfairytales)

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[contrariansoul-deactivated20180]

Nothing has transformed my life more than realizing that it’s a waste of time to evaluate my worthiness by weighing the reaction of the people in the stands.

Brene Brown, Daring Greatly (via kvtes)

[tougeboy-deactivated20201221]

Initial D / First Stage / Episode 1

[timeslipsbye]

fuuuu. this is a remix of everything i enjoy in life..... reading newspapers and smoking cigarettes in the middle of the night outside a tofu shop while listening to hip hop.