Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.

— Susan Sontag (via observando)

Why do they always teach us that it’s easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It’s the hardest thing in the world—to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want.

— Ayn Rand (via observando)

Today is Your Day to Dance Lightly with Life. It Really Is.

— Jonathan Lockwood Huie (via observando)

One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?

— Steve Maraboli (via versteur)

(Source: psych-facts, via kellywright3)

Eurydice- Margaret Atwood

fuckyeahexistentialism:

 

He is here, come down to look for you.
It is the song that calls you back,
a song of joy and suffering
equally: a promise:
that things will be different up there
than they were last time.

You would rather have gone on feeling nothing,
emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace
of the deepest sea, which is easier
than the noise and flesh of the surface.

You are used to these blanched dim corridors,
you are used to the king
who passes you without speaking.

The other one is different
and you almost remember him.
He says he is singing to you 
because he loves you,

not as you are now,
so chilled and minimal: moving and still
both, like a white curtain blowing
in the draft from a half-opened window
beside a chair on which nobody sits.

He wants you to be what he calls real.
He wants you to stop light.
He wants to feel himself thickening
like a treetrunk or a haunch
and see blood on his eyelids
when he closes them, and the sun beating.

This love of his is not something
he can do if you aren’t there,
but what you knew suddenly as you left your body
cooling and whitening on the lawn

was that you love him anywhere,
even in this land of no memory,
even in this domain of hunger.
You hold love in your hand, a red seed
you had forgotten you were holding.

He has come almost too far.
He cannot believe without seeing,
and it’s dark here.
Go back, you whisper,

but he wants to be fed again
by you. O handful of gauze, little
bandage, handful of cold
air, it is not through him
you will get your freedom.

harleyquinn394:

castiel-in-a-sherlocked-tardis:

this is who i strive to be in life

For psychotic villains they’re pretty decent role models

(Source: 1stcomesthefall, via thejourney-workofthestars)

garden-of-vegan:

Sprouted grain English muffin topped with avocado, tomato, basil, salt and pepper.

garden-of-vegan:

Sprouted grain English muffin topped with avocado, tomato, basil, salt and pepper.

(via theboyyouveknown)

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