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ooh sweet jesus

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bluepueblo:

Waterfall, Faroe Islands

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AHHHH

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waaaaaaaat

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I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience?

Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.

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“If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel—as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them—wherever you go.”

— Anthony Bourdain

awkward portrait but i adore him and his quotes

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samspratt:

At work.

Edits for those asking questions:

-This is a Wacom Cintiq 24HD I’m drawing on. It’s a digital tablet that can pick up pressure, angle, and tilt sensitivity of the stylus on the screen, letting you digitally paint with the accuracy and nuance of drawing and painting traditionally.

-This is definitely a photo of me illustrating, not an illustration… of me illustrating.

-I do hold my pen/stylus in a weird way in between my middle and ring finger, clenched like a child would awkwardly hold a crayon. I will never change.

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oooo

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Iceland.

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I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It’s just different. Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via bookmania)

p good quote. 

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i wanna LIVE here

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like this. this is a real place WHY AREN’T I IN CROATIA

i need to see more of the world. i am such a sucker for beautiful green forests and huge rock formations.

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I WANNA LIVE HERE

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