And now for something a little more conservative, for the times when I'm not high on life, and slightly closer to earth. I enjoy philosophy, cycling, and reading, among other things. For anything and everything else, my Tumblr can probably say it better than I could. (Or you could ask)
“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” -Oscar Wilde
Now to wander in wonder...
Henry David Thoreau (via nordicbarnacle)
i like to check in here and there and wow i picked a good hour
it’s a fucking sculpture I almost shat a goddamn cathedral I thought the serpent lords had come to reclaim the fucking earth
My nigga I for real thought someone had awakened the Old Ones.
I was finna despair something fierce.
I cut paper into a forest home for a magical bear that my grandmother recently mailed to me. I couldn’t be anymore happier tonight as I watch it glow while lying in bed.
A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.
Every single one.
this gave me chills.
Reblogging this again because it matters.