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A pure soul is like pure water, and pure water has no shade and no color. It only reflects what it stands next to. It’s dirt, wind, and salt that give it character.
Japanese Proverb (via samsaranmusing)
Posted 2 hours ago
Oh Rose! Thou Art Sick!: Howl: The Sherlock Extremely abridged edition…
(For Let’s Draw Sherlock, based on Ginsberg’s Howl, but not the whole thing. I may be a masochist but I’m not that much of a masochist. I linked to Howl, but if you haven’t read it…I’m totally judging you.)
I saw the best mind of my generation destroyed by cocaine, starving
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Posted 3 hours ago
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
Posted 1 day ago
You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done - but simply because you are.
Max Lucado (via sweetsafehavenofmine)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)
Posted 2 days ago
My presentation on Eliot’s poetry as a spiritual journey of sorts. It’s nothing too fancy, but I had a lot of fun searching for images that fit the ideas. Today we held our presentations and I did quite well! At first, people who had already presented told us that the jury was’t very interested and stopped many of them after a couple of minutes, but they seemed very interested when I presented and asked some questions (one of the teachers asked me ‘life is very long- do you believe this?’ and I said yes, I do) and also asked me to recite the beginning of The Love Song. I’m happy it went well, I’ve worked tons on my paper and it means many things to me because Eliot.
Posted 3 days ago
Am I even here anymore? I’ve been in some sort of oblivion since my birthday, a good sort, because I’ve put off thinking about dpd and getting involved in reality, went out for tea and pizza and swimming. Guess I can do that, even though it’s difficult as hell sometimes, had times when I just zoned out from all the information and had to struggle to at least appear normal. I have prom next week, though, and have to present my dissertation tomorrow and I’m overall very empty. I’ve been trying to continue that story for a week, but I simply have no words, no mood, no nothing. On my birthday I gifted myself peace, well, it wasn’t a complete success, but the part with forgiving people was very good. Forgiving them because they can’t possibly know how this feels, and appreciating them for the good things that they do for me. I’ve tried to watch and listen to sad things to cry and let some of the tension out, it worked a bit, but no, not really. Feelings, what are they.
Posted 1 week ago
The job of an artist is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
Gertrude Stein from Midnight in Paris (via fuckyeahmidnightinparis)
(Source: eclectiko)
I am free, that's why I'm lost.
