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"Consider.Provoke.
Think.
Act.Speak.
(dis)Agree.Realize.
Change."

If this is a reflection
of my brain
it is [scattered]
but it's
"honest"









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11:41 am, reblogged from Vivir by canaglia6,386 notes


pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 




humansofnewyork:

She said she wanted to be a pilot, and when I asked why, she spoke two words. My translator said: “She says, something like: ‘I want to be able to control myself in the air.’”"But what exactly did she say?" I asked.“‘Kuar Nhial,’ he answered. ‘It means: ‘I’ll be the leader of the air.’”(Tongping Internally Displaced Persons Site, Juba, South Sudan)

Kuar Nhia

humansofnewyork:

She said she wanted to be a pilot, and when I asked why, she spoke two words. My translator said: “She says, something like: ‘I want to be able to control myself in the air.’”
"But what exactly did she say?" I asked.
“‘Kuar Nhial,’ he answered. ‘It means: ‘I’ll be the leader of the air.’”

(Tongping Internally Displaced Persons Site, Juba, South Sudan)

Kuar Nhia




humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?""It’s my secret."(Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"It’s my secret."

(Kampala, Uganda)


I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

Robin Williams (via toeverythingturn)

(Source: skateeofmind)





toodaloomotherfuckaa:

was-that-a-pun:

littleprincette:

dysphorism:

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

hiddlestonhug:

stridersan:


The Rain Room is a 100 square metre field of falling water which visitors are invited to walk into. Sensors detect where visitors are standing, and the rain stops around them, giving them an experience of how it might feel to control the rain.
[x]

Out of every place in the world they picked the UK to add rain to. 

Dude.

waterbending

I WANT TO GO

rainyprincejellyfish!

I want this T_T

God what a lovely place

toodaloomotherfuckaa:

was-that-a-pun:

littleprincette:

dysphorism:

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

hiddlestonhug:

stridersan:

The Rain Room is a 100 square metre field of falling water which visitors are invited to walk into. Sensors detect where visitors are standing, and the rain stops around them, giving them an experience of how it might feel to control the rain.

[x]

Out of every place in the world they picked the UK to add rain to. 

Dude.

waterbending

I WANT TO GO

rainyprincejellyfish!

I want this T_T

God what a lovely place

(Source: d-ick)





(Source: may-13th)

05:35 pm, reblogged from h8lyn. by canaglia269,389 notes

justbeingnamaste:

“Although I am a typical loner in my daily life, my awareness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice has prevented me from feelings of isolation.”  

justbeingnamaste:

“Although I am a typical loner in my daily life, my awareness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice has prevented me from feelings of isolation.”
 






lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.
If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.
If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.
If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.


Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 
unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.
Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.
When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself
and it will keep on doing it until you die 
or it dies in you.
There is no other way.


And there never was.
Charles Bukowski
Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here
For more of my art visit me here:
Website | Shop | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest

lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper

If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.

If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.

If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.

If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.



Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 

unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself

and it will keep on doing it until you die 

or it dies in you.

There is no other way.



And there never was.

Charles Bukowski

Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here

For more of my art visit me here:

Website | Shop Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest