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  (via thatkindofwoman)

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japaneseaesthetics:

Wood Netsuke of a hare.  Artist Ranko, 19th century, Japan.

japaneseaesthetics:

Wood Netsuke of a hare.  Artist Ranko, 19th century, Japan.

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blastedheath:

Otakar Nejedlý (Czech, 1883-1957), Nocturno. Oil on cardboard, 50 x 60 cm.

blastedheath:

Otakar Nejedlý (Czech, 1883-1957), Nocturno. Oil on cardboard, 50 x 60 cm.

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inneroptics:

Claude Cahun

inneroptics:

Claude Cahun

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Song: La Sera - “Running Wild”

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I think the average guy thinks they’re pro-woman, just because they think they’re a nice guy and someone has told them that they’re awesome. But the truth is far from it. Unless you are actively, consciously working against the gravitational pull of the culture, you will predictably, thematically, create these sort of fucked-up representations.
Junot Diaz (via luciaferr)

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citrusblonde:

Yochlochlo :

1943.

citrusblonde:

Yochlochlo :

1943.

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blackcontemporaryart:

Amanda Williams - There Is A Past Tense (2006)

blackcontemporaryart:

Amanda Williams - There Is A Past Tense (2006)

Tweens - “Forever”

laurasnapes:

WELCOME BACK.

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Around this time two years ago, I was going through the breakup of my first (and at press time, only) long-term relationship. By the end of the summer, I was running on fumes, but never fully lost my confidence. Somehow within the next year or so, I went from “I AM MARTIN DOUGLAS AND MARTIN DOUGLAS IS A ROCK STAR” to “I’m not really sure about this.”

I’m not exactly sure what happened, but after all of the anxiety attacks for no reason, after the half-hearted suicide attempts, after my one-night stay in a mental health facility, after I sat in a hospital room with my family as the doctor told us my mom was dead, I feel like I’m back.

Martin Douglas is a rock star. Ye are all rock stars and Martin Douglas is your fan. Let’s all be rock stars and enjoy this shit.

thefiftyeight:

Sol Lewitt - Arcs from Four Corners

thefiftyeight:

Sol Lewitt - Arcs from Four Corners

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I think about the insane number of cool people I’ve met in person from the internet, and then I realized there are so many more whom I haven’t met yet.

Oh my god. All of you. Just fly out to Seattle right now. We can find someplace in the woods and turn this internet community into a real-ass community. Let’s build a city together.

It’s not bourgeoisie to wonder if Mad Men would ever give Don a shred of hope; a chance to remake himself in a more profound and productive way. Nor was it hopelessly middlebrow to wish for Roger to save himself from ruin and reclaim some of his old spark and maybe some dignity, too. To wish for Peggy to end the show in the fabled catbird seat isn’t unreasonable. She’s given us so much to root for; so of course we would want her not merely to survive, but be vindicated. To win. To be carried aloft by fate to thunderous applause, or at least toss her hat in the air like Mary Tyler Moore. To watch any engrossing drama is to feel for fictional people the way we feel for real-life friends. Even when they piss us off, we wish them the best.
Matt Zoller Seitz on Mad Men, a series which I often cite as not only my favorite show on television, but an inspiration in the way I write characters in my own work.

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