"So called ‘late-bloomers’ get a bad rap. Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life’s pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines."

— Jeff Brown

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magnusatom:

The artists over at Pictoplasma academy are producing some pretty amazing stuff.

(via songbirdondeparture)


love the tones in this photograph by my wonderful ex-colleague Naja

love the tones in this photograph by my wonderful ex-colleague Naja



The Public Library: A Photographic Love Letter to Humanity’s Greatest Sanctuary of Knowledge, Freedom, and Democracy (via Brain Pickings)
also see: my JAM



fencehopping:

Coral: flowers of the ocean.

can’t stop staring at this because I love feeling conflicted / toeing the line between awe and repulsion

fencehopping:

Coral: flowers of the ocean.

can’t stop staring at this because I love feeling conflicted / toeing the line between awe and repulsion

(via meadowmoth)

So Much Happiness

by Naomi Shihab Nye

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…

Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.


bittersweet nostalgia is one of my most favourite feelings.above are snapshots of my mom relaxing by the poolside, dated ‘85, found in a thick photo album with sunflowers all over the cover. she looks happy, I can almost hear her laugh.
spent the past hour going through my tumblr and last.fm inboxes and realizing how much I miss talking to strangers / people I don’t see on a regular basis, I would love to stir some meaningful new friendships into being and reconnect with the ones I’ve lost but I don’t know how.

bittersweet nostalgia is one of my most favourite feelings.

above are snapshots of my mom relaxing by the poolside, dated ‘85, found in a thick photo album with sunflowers all over the cover. she looks happy, I can almost hear her laugh.

spent the past hour going through my tumblr and last.fm inboxes and realizing how much I miss talking to strangers / people I don’t see on a regular basis, I would love to stir some meaningful new friendships into being and reconnect with the ones I’ve lost but I don’t know how.


halfway through and it feels like falling in lovethat’s not even hyperbole

halfway through and it feels like falling in love
that’s not even hyperbole

"So many people glorify and romanticize “busy”. I do not. I value purpose. I believe in resting in reason and moving in passion. If you’re always busy/moving, you will miss important details. I like the mountain. Still, but when it moves, lands shift and earth quakes."

— Joseph Cook

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Ili Holiday’s Artist Statement

Through my work I attempt to examine the phenomenon of Starla and the Jewel Riders as a metaphorical interpretation of both Georgia O’Keeffe and twerking.

What began as a personal journey of dadaism has translated into images of quesadillas and eyelashes that resonate with Japanese people to question their own aquamarineness.

My mixed media piñatas embody an idiosyncratic view of Buddha, yet the familiar imagery allows for a connection between 2Pac, Ya Kun kaya toast and ice cream sundaes.

My work is in the private collection of Benedict Cumberbatch who said ‘Fuck me sideways!, that’s some real brilliant Art.’ 

I am a recipient of a grant from Folsom Prison where I served time for stealing mugs and tie clips from the gift shop of The Tate Modern. I have exhibited in group shows at Taco Bell and Future Perfect, though not at the same time. I currently spend my time between my balcony and Berlin.

— via the Artist Statement Generator 2000

kinda want to live up to this now


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