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A cover photo I created for my friend.

A cover photo I created for my friend.

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"All My Days"

Alexi Murdoch

Time Without Consequence

“He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you? People were more often—he searched for a simile, found one in his work—torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?”Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
originalgiantcontent:

Sylvia Ji, Mission Otomi, 2013.  30x30”, acrylic on wood panel.

originalgiantcontent:

Sylvia Ji, Mission Otomi, 2013.  30x30”, acrylic on wood panel.

“She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you’d seen her handwriting, you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.”The Marriage Plot, Jeffrey Eugenides
Finally someone understands my criticism of people saying they’re bored!

Finally someone understands my criticism of people saying they’re bored!

(via be-the-change)

“Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.”Paper Towns, John Green
“Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good.” —Václav Havel
brutalgeneration:

to hide (by grapesgrapes)

brutalgeneration:

to hide (by grapesgrapes)

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