tierradentro:

Study for “Morning in a City”, 1944, Edward Hopper.

gublernation:

and now back to some normal posts. here is a photo of me with a fish i drew superimposed onto my face.

otomuragakuya:

a sentence
will always look
like poetry

if you
hit enter
a lot

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seafarers:

Fall Aspens by Chad Galloway
seafarers:

Fall Aspens by Chad Galloway
seafarers:

Fall Aspens by Chad Galloway

lacigreen:

Hi Sam!

Thanks for taking the time to read this letter. As fellow YouTubers, we have much respect for others who put so much hard work into building their channel. It’s not easy, and you should be proud! That said, we’ve noticed that in your success, there has been a lack of respect in…

hhiley:

Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend performs on Day 2 of the Leeds Festival at Bramham Park on August 23, 2014 in Leeds, England.  hhiley:

Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend performs on Day 2 of the Leeds Festival at Bramham Park on August 23, 2014 in Leeds, England.  hhiley:

Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend performs on Day 2 of the Leeds Festival at Bramham Park on August 23, 2014 in Leeds, England.  hhiley:

Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend performs on Day 2 of the Leeds Festival at Bramham Park on August 23, 2014 in Leeds, England. 

hhiley:

Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend performs on Day 2 of the Leeds Festival at Bramham Park on August 23, 2014 in Leeds, England. 

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“The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life.”
— Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev (via wordsnquotes)

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wordsnquotes:

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In one of my favorite Stephen King interviews, he talks at length about the vital importance of a good opening line. “There are all sorts of theories,” he says, “it’s a tricky thing.” “But there’s one thing” he’s sure about: “An opening line should invite the reader to begin the story. It…

“I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.”
— Virginia Woolf, Diaries Volume One 1915-1919 (via larmoyante)