4 April, 2013

ravenoussouls:

“JUMPING ROPE”

(Reblogged from ravenoussouls)

Incantation of a five year old

Big sky dawn. Where I am right now.

theantidote:

— Pablo Neruda

(via aseaofquotes:)

(Reblogged from theantidote)

theantidote:

time without end … (by martikson)

(Reblogged from theantidote)
endthymes:

toyo ito, white u (1976)

endthymes:

toyo ito, white u (1976)

(Reblogged from cheepcreepin)
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (via excessivebookshelf)
(Reblogged from theantidote)