How to grow an avocado tree from a pit! cute illustration found on First Pancake Studio
Daniell Koepke (via impetrate)
Look at someone you love today,
for one minute,
as if you saw them for
the first time.
As if they were the first ray
of sunlight, caught by
the tender passion of your eye,
lighting up your whole world.
The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself."
the starry sky on the himalayas
You will soon be dead. Life will sometimes seem long and tough and, god, it’s tiring. And you will sometimes be happy and sometimes sad. And then you’ll be
old. And then you’ll be dead.
There is only one sensible thing to do with this empty existence, and that is: fill it. Not fillet. Fill. It."
Tim Minchin (via i-will-make-you-into-shoes)
Untitled (Children with Sparklers in Provincetown) ca. 1958. Robert Frank. Gelatin silver print
Louise Glück, Nostos. (via askios)