(via amatoriae)
“I hold the most archaic values on earth… the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude. The love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe.”
— Gary Snyder
(Source: biscodeja-vu, via tiedyedlove)
“Somehow it is calm
I plant inside the chaos.
It blooms in the noise.”
— Tyler Knott Gregson
(via loveyourchaos)
(Source: ulantia, via dainfagerholm)
“Far in the distance the tugboat whistled; its call passed the bridge, one more arch, then another, the lock, another bridge, farther and farther… It was summoning all the barges on the river, every last one, and the whole city and the sky and the countryside, and ourselves, to carry us all away, the Seine too-and that would be the end of us.”
— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, from Journey to the End of the Night, trans. Ralph Manheim (with thanks to copypastewrite)
(Source: the-final-sentence)
(Source: destructs, via chasingeuphoriia)
“Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.”
— Rumi
(Source: biscodeja-vu, via tiedyedlove)
(Source: giflords, via dainfagerholm)
Auguste Rodin
Andrieu d’Andres
(Source: nicoonmars, via thisamericancyph)
“there’s always a little joy, and even beauty
lies close at hand, beneath the bark
of every hour, in the quiet heart of concentration,
and another person hides in each of us —
universal, strong, invincible.”
— Adam Zagajewski, from “Three Angels”, translated by Clare Cavanagh, with thanks to litverve
(via growing-orbits)
(Source: ffffound.com, via pizzzatime)
“[You shut your eyes; you spread your arms; you let yourself evaporate. And then, little by little, you lift yourself off the ground.] Like so.”
— Paul Auster, from Mr. Vertigo
(Source: the-final-sentence)
