"The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return."

— Kundera, Milan  (via handcraftedinvirginia)

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"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them."

— Marcus Aurelius (via merryprankster)

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"Start ignoring people who threaten your joy.
Literally, ignore them.
Say nothing.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space."

— Alex Elle (via storyofaship)

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"Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. Everyone has their own unique journey. A path that’s right for someone else won’t necessarily be a path that’s right for you. And that’s okay. Your journey isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. It’s just different. Your life isn’t meant to look like anyone else’s because you aren’t like anyone else. You’re a person all your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. So stop comparing, and start living."

— Daniell Koepke (via hollywoodhepcat)

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"You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can’t sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live."

Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via emotional-algebra)

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fox-power:

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Didn’t divide my image up well enough between the 3 pieces of lino and now I don’t have enough.

Damn.

Oh well. It will be a woodblock when I get home.

Wondering if I can get this carved in 3 days.

Wondering if I can get this carved in 3 days.

Errol Morris Believing is Seeing

Errol Morris Believing is Seeing

"

There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

"

Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via michellekpoems)

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"Do not let them hold you against their body if you know they do not cherish every second they are in contact with your skin. I know it feels as if you are breaking your own spine, but tear yourself away from them. Know that the something beautiful you had was already fading. Know that in the end you did the only thing you could. Sometimes people grow apart. Even trees do it."

— Read: How To Stop Loving Someone Who Does Not Love You. (via thelovewhisperer)

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Hero:solificatio, the modern alchemist

Hero:solificatio, the modern alchemist

I think it’s done

I think it’s done

"

The danger of freedom is this:
it’s too much,
too much,
all-encompassing
and hungry.
gnashing our bones
between broken teeth,
and we are trapped
before we even realize
that we have borne
our own destruction.

The beauty of freedom is this:
the choice,
that paper moment between
life and death,
birth and devastation
when we are capable of anything,
when we can swallow stars,
when we can grow orchards from our veins,
when we can hold the sea in our lungs,
when we can kiss the sun full on the mouth.

Icarus sang “Hallelujah”
as his body burned,
with lips seared and smiling.

"

— Emily Palermo (via facina-oris)

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"He knows different now. It’s the living that chase the dead. The long bones and skulls are tumbled from their shrouds, and words like stones thrust into their rattling mouths: we edit their writings, we rewrite their lives."

— Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall (via mayahansens)

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