lightning strikes

nash, 25. I try to be the best version of me.

[de-salva]

WANDERDÜNEN / Erna Lendvai-Dircksen (Bayreuth, Germany 1941.)

[missedstations]

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its...

[oofpoetry]

After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises … After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn  (via iiiloveyougypsyeyes)

[thliii]

11.21.13                   What a book looks like to a tree.

Theodore Lewis

Prints

[thebronzemedal]

But really good artists had lots of empty in their paintings or whatever they did. They left everything out, or most things anyway, but suggested something, so that she could take her own things into the painting, and the best art of all was when she didn’t really know what she was taking in with her, but it felt right, and when she looked at that art and took herself into it she felt amazing.

Keith Ridgway, Hawthorn & Child (via thebronzemedal)

[tender]

Folded collage by Eli Craven

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

This for the future. 

[theartofanimation]

Meghan Howland

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

Beautiful. 

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

T.E. Lawrence quoted in this appeal to be "Dreamers of the Day." 

[nevver]

Banksy in NY

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

Here it is, Lars. Half a snake, half a husband for my centipede. As usual, I am in the gentle hands of the divine Fang Od.

Photo by Boy Yniguez.

[menbathing-blog]

These days, everybody is supposed to be so intelligent: ‘Isn’t it terrible about Nixon getting elected?’ ‘Did you hear about the earthquake in Peru?’ And you’re supposed to have all the answers. But when it gets down to the nitty-gritty, like, ‘What is bugging you, mister? Why can’t you make it with your wife? Why do you lie awake all night staring at the ceiling? Why, why, why do you refuse to recognize you have problems and deal with them?’ The answer is that people have forgotten how to relate or respond. In this day of mass communications and instant communications, there is no communication between people. Instead it’s long-winded stories or hostile bits, or laughter. But nobody’s really laughing. It’s more an hysterical, joyless kind of sound. Translation: ‘I am here and I don’t know why.’

John Cassavetes (via petrichour)

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.

Katherine Mansfield

[wordpainting-deactivated2023071]

“All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed … No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.”

Eugene Field; The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac (via wordpainting)

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

Honest about heartaches.

*Struggling to work tonight but after hour upon hour of doing away with drafts, it occurs to me that I'm distracted by my loneliness. So, let me write these thoughts down... I ran away to the mount...

In which I recount how even the mountains I love offer little respite to my loneliness. 

[africanmuslimah]

Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others.

Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)

Quite true and apt for this moment. 

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

Warsan Shire, “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love”

You tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do, love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.

[toynbeeconvector-blog]

Intolerance of ambiguity is the mark of an authoritarian personality.

Theodor W. Adorno