In an off white room.

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gerrycanavan:

This toast reveals the total emptiness of my life as I’ve lived it up to now.

gerrycanavan:

This toast reveals the total emptiness of my life as I’ve lived it up to now.

Mondays

Mondays

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His and hers

His and hers

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Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.

- Stephen Fry (via purplebuddhaproject)

iamthemeep:

didyouenjoy:

howstufftwerks:

actinoutloud:

hello i have come to seduce you

Seducktion

Why don’t we… Quack open a bottle of wine?

Dinner m’lady? I’ll cover the bill.

iamthemeep:

didyouenjoy:

howstufftwerks:

actinoutloud:

hello i have come to seduce you

Seducktion

Why don’t we… Quack open a bottle of wine?

Dinner m’lady? I’ll cover the bill.

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tastefullyoffensive:

[wtfisustupid]

tastefullyoffensive:

[wtfisustupid]

When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.

When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *academical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.

But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.

And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.

- Brenda UelandIf You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via raggedybearcat)

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I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Babylon Revisted (via larmoyante)

scoregasm:

crystal-shines:

What a delightful sleeping bag

If someone broke into your tent trying to murder you you could just scare them off as a bear.

scoregasm:

crystal-shines:

What a delightful sleeping bag

If someone broke into your tent trying to murder you you could just scare them off as a bear.

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nevver:

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nevver:

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