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In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.
Gertrude Stein (via annie)

(via alter43)

adriofthedead:

snoozlebee:

allisonkilkenny:

Chris Person fixed TIME’s new magazine cover. Now it’s accurate. (TIME version #1, Person edit #2)

Update: And here’s another stellar contribution from @direlog

EXCELLENT

image

From @EARNEST_CYBORG9

(via alter43)

aneleh:

The Question


Love, a questionhas destroyed you.I have come back to youfrom thorny uncertainty.I want you straight asthe sword or the road.But you insiston keeping a nookof shadow that I do not want.My love,understand me,I love all of you,from eyes to feet, to toenails,inside,all the brightness, which you kept.It is I, my love,who knocks at your door.It is not the ghost, it is notthe one who once stoppedat your window.I knock down the door:I enter your life:I come to live in your soul:you cannot cope with me.You must open door to door,you must obey me,you must open your eyesso that I may search in them,you must see how I walkwith heavy stepsalong all the roadsthat, blind, were waiting for me.Do not fear,I am yours,butI am not the passenger or the beggar,I am your master,the one you were waiting for,and now I enteryour life,no more to leave it,love, love, love,but to stay.

Pablo Neruda

aneleh:

The Question

Love, a question
has destroyed you.

I have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty.

I want you straight as
the sword or the road.

But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.

My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.

It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window.
I knock down the door:
I enter your life:
I come to live in your soul:
you cannot cope with me.

You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must see how I walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, were waiting for me.

Do not fear,
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
I am your master,
the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay.

Pablo Neruda

(via alter43)

The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn’t good enough for anything, I was a fake at my job, I wasn’t your equal, my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn’t as easy as hearing voices, nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop.
– David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: crazyspacekase, via fridasexual)

ohmisterfinch:

Textile Yellow Bird By Mister Finch

ohmisterfinch:

Textile Yellow Bird By Mister Finch

(via threadwizard)

allwrappedinplain:

san bernardino alle ossa (bone church). constructed circa 1269

Rob Sheridan

(Source: electricgraveyardlight, via turbulentseas)

2headedsnake:

Valerie Hegarty
‘Woman in White with Flowers’, 2012
canvas, stretcher, acrylics, paper, glue, foil, foam, wire, artificial foliage, sand, thread

2headedsnake:

Valerie Hegarty

‘Woman in White with Flowers’, 2012

canvas, stretcher, acrylics, paper, glue, foil, foam, wire, artificial foliage, sand, thread

(via alter43)


Reminding Her Was Sad

Reminding Her Was Sad

(Source: towritepoems, via fridasexual)

If you want to be a creative person, then you’re gonna have to be creative in how you put your career together. There isn’t a path. Part of the creativity is making your path.
– Alec Soth on creating a career in photography, and how he pays the rent today. Read our full interview here. (via stellablu)

(via stellablu)

In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.
Gertrude Stein (via annie)

(via alter43)

adriofthedead:

snoozlebee:

allisonkilkenny:

Chris Person fixed TIME’s new magazine cover. Now it’s accurate. (TIME version #1, Person edit #2)

Update: And here’s another stellar contribution from @direlog

EXCELLENT

image

From @EARNEST_CYBORG9

(via alter43)

aneleh:

The Question


Love, a questionhas destroyed you.I have come back to youfrom thorny uncertainty.I want you straight asthe sword or the road.But you insiston keeping a nookof shadow that I do not want.My love,understand me,I love all of you,from eyes to feet, to toenails,inside,all the brightness, which you kept.It is I, my love,who knocks at your door.It is not the ghost, it is notthe one who once stoppedat your window.I knock down the door:I enter your life:I come to live in your soul:you cannot cope with me.You must open door to door,you must obey me,you must open your eyesso that I may search in them,you must see how I walkwith heavy stepsalong all the roadsthat, blind, were waiting for me.Do not fear,I am yours,butI am not the passenger or the beggar,I am your master,the one you were waiting for,and now I enteryour life,no more to leave it,love, love, love,but to stay.

Pablo Neruda

aneleh:

The Question

Love, a question
has destroyed you.

I have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty.

I want you straight as
the sword or the road.

But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.

My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.

It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window.
I knock down the door:
I enter your life:
I come to live in your soul:
you cannot cope with me.

You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must see how I walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, were waiting for me.

Do not fear,
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
I am your master,
the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay.

Pablo Neruda

(via alter43)

The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn’t good enough for anything, I was a fake at my job, I wasn’t your equal, my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn’t as easy as hearing voices, nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop.
– David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: crazyspacekase, via fridasexual)

(Source: fissionme, via katiephemera)

ohmisterfinch:

Textile Yellow Bird By Mister Finch

ohmisterfinch:

Textile Yellow Bird By Mister Finch

(via threadwizard)

allwrappedinplain:

san bernardino alle ossa (bone church). constructed circa 1269

Rob Sheridan

(Source: electricgraveyardlight, via turbulentseas)

2headedsnake:

Valerie Hegarty
‘Woman in White with Flowers’, 2012
canvas, stretcher, acrylics, paper, glue, foil, foam, wire, artificial foliage, sand, thread

2headedsnake:

Valerie Hegarty

‘Woman in White with Flowers’, 2012

canvas, stretcher, acrylics, paper, glue, foil, foam, wire, artificial foliage, sand, thread

(via alter43)


Reminding Her Was Sad

Reminding Her Was Sad

(Source: towritepoems, via fridasexual)

If you want to be a creative person, then you’re gonna have to be creative in how you put your career together. There isn’t a path. Part of the creativity is making your path.
– Alec Soth on creating a career in photography, and how he pays the rent today. Read our full interview here. (via stellablu)

(via stellablu)

"In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling."
"The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn’t good enough for anything, I was a fake at my job, I wasn’t your equal, my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn’t as easy as hearing voices, nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop."
"If you want to be a creative person, then you’re gonna have to be creative in how you put your career together. There isn’t a path. Part of the creativity is making your path."

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