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conflictingheart:

Wooden womb (Pauli Antero)

I absolutely love this. I have some drawings of people integrated in to earth that have a similar resonance.

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Hank Green’s Tumblr: Online Video and Awards

Sometimes, I feel like when someone asks me if I believe in God, it’s like a blind person asking if I’m black so that they can put me in the right category.
People are constantly searching for little things that they can use as markers to identify how and what people are.

Hank Green (via watchmespincircles)

Vulnerability.

Written by Kamilah Carter

At the core of my identity is a strong belief in humanity.
Despite the disaster and deceit seen on the tv,
The damage, the pain, and all that is broken,
I can’t help but perceive a beautiful complexity
In the fragile threads of our tangled lives.

But sometimes I have a hard time believing in human beings.
Individuals have broken my trust what feels like a thousand times,
And now I am among the walled in,
The hiding, the hidden, the wounded,
Those who are still relearning how to ask for what they need.
We are all reduced to this tragic state of infancy.
From which growth is hard earned, earnest effort:
Bravery.

I know that I am full of contradictions,
But please don’t mistake them for hypocrisy,
For my most valued lesson is this.
There are no rules, no paths, no adequate metaphors for life.
We make what we make of it, and that rarely makes sense
And though this may confuse the human mind,
It causes the human heart to flourish,
For logic is as likely to be meaningless,
As a serendipitous connection will be deep, despite the overwhelming statistics
That insist it won’t be.

And although I plan my life according to the rules I’ve declared mirages,
I do not live according to plans alone
I live with intensity,
Intense fear, hope, love,
And from this stems my vulnerability.
For it is easy to do things the easy way,
But what is the point of apathy anyways,
There is nothing there to gain.

So breathe deeply and contemplate,
Forget time and live at a pace that is both exhilarating and terrifying
And then slow down to take in the scenery,
For the landscape we’ve created is both treacherous and grand
And whether you think that that is beauty or tragedy, it is striking.
Live not for happiness alone, but for meaning, for discovery
For the camaraderie of sharing 99.9 percent of dna with strangers.
Walk not an easy way, but where you want others to follow,
And walk softly.
But don’t be afraid to break things either, for that’s the key to progress.
This is my philosophy.

Remember to run with the good dogs.

Ian Fogarty (I probably have already posted this several times but it’s important so..)

Quick translation for anyone who didn’t go to Shad UNB 2010: surround yourself with good people, especially people who are better than yourself, their goodness will inspire you and rub off on you.

I started falling in love at a very young age.

ventisette:

In love with people, yes. But also in love with places, with ideas, dreams, with books, with songs, with the way the sun casts rays of pure gold on the world right before launching into a brilliant display of pinks and oranges every night. I believe some people are just born this way, with love beating so strongly from their heart that it must find dozens of ways to escape every day. These people fall in love in obvious and often extravagant ways and are looked upon as fools by everyone else in the world. And maybe we are, in a way. Certainly those who keep a tighter rein on their hearts do not open themselves up to the kind of pain we do. But there is such beauty in falling in love that I hardly resent my incessant desire to do so. I love again and again, and as many problems as this brings, I still continue to do so on a daily basis because… Well, because I must.

This is how I feel.

3 august.

life cracks open with just a little tap, pours sweet milky sap right down your throat. Learn to read the signs and you’ll find yourself right where you nee to be, another world open at your feet. This is the place we’ve been looking for since we were small girls chasing fairies in the garden, high schoolers in scowls  and witchy black clothes, angry young women who want to get out, out, out of the systems we hate & learn to shape our own lives.

This is a doorway, this beautiful ruined house with its facade of vines & mirrors, and the world behind it has a thousand faces. Faces like hte women who have lived here in Verottu Krottu for two years now, in steady encroachment of developers. Lucy walking like a warrior through cobbled streets. Annet slouched against the counter at the squatters pub, snorting with laughter ‘i’m not gonna work, not me.’ Micah leaning suddenly out a broken attic window, one arm around her scrawny cat and one reaching out ot toss the keys to su in the street below.

Sometimes this not-quite-secret world makes itself impossible to ignore; it’s like the brilliant dragon mural painted four stories high and 100 colours bright, leaping out from a s2quatted building in the heart of Amsterdam. It’s asking you – where can we go when we let go of what binds us? What do youw ant most in the world, in this world of the possible?

source: off the map by Hib & Kika, pg. 18