I was not myself as I am now, as I had to become.
hijaktaffairs:

willem de kooning
black friday, 1948

hijaktaffairs:

willem de kooning

black friday, 1948

shanemaxwell:

I found this copy of Thoreau’s Walden buried in the park.  I opened it and saw these roots growing between the pages. I don’t know whether to frame it or put it back in the ground.

There are often beams in our eye that we know not of. Let us therefore ask that our eye may become single, for then we ourselves shall become wholly single.
Vincent van Gogh (via vincentvangogh-art)
I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.
Ernest Hemingway, Winner Take Nothing (via likeafieldmouse)
all of me
breathes you in […]
Margaret Atwood, from Yes At First (via violentwavesofemotion)
Even now I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

this seriously fucked me up right now

(via fight-0ff-yourdem0ns)

I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.
Andrea Gibson (via ashdonirwin)

shihlun:

Kazuo Kitai - One Road (2014)

claudemonet-art:

The Frost, 1880
Claude Monet

claudemonet-art:

The Frost, 1880

Claude Monet

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.
Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like an Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit (via wordsnquotes)