sometimes. it’s 2:36 am and feel like I haven’t done anything good ever. so then I light a candle. and see if there are enough marbles in the marble jar I won in 5th grade from the teacher that made me cry about math to reach from the door of my room to the couch. sometimes I feel guilty for how often I neglect question marks. sometimes I count the ridges on this couch pillow for maybe...
hijaktaffairs: i believe the door to be able to interpret ancient art has to be the art of the modern, the now. full APVM interview with el maestro, preeminent spanish realist painter antonio lopez garcia. an excellent conversation with one the world’s best and most respected painters. you also get a short glimpse of him painting on location. just hearing the man speak brings tears to my eyes....
A former Army intelligence analyst in Iraq talks... →
Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing...– Nicole Krauss (via christinameisa)
theprogressivenegro: I am coming to terms with the fact that my desires to be a social activist and fight for the things I believe in, like the poor, justice, equality and truth will probably require me to go to jail and I need to be ok with that. As Dr. King once said “If a man hasn’t discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live”. I don’t seek death or desire incarceration...
She liked nothing better than to drink in the sun. With strangers.– Dave Eggers, How We Are Hungry (via artshouldnotbeperfect)
But I say to you that listen, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,...– Luke 6:27
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via j-j-jaded)
I simply do not understand the goals and rewards of the Western Way of Life,...– Alan Watts, What On Earth Are We Doing? (via thesteppenwolf)
At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that...– (via proustitute)
nestforinsanity asked: emmy, come play with me in old lyme.
I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when...– Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via ctforum)