Find what you love and let it kill you
Charles Bukowski (via therealvagabondking)
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I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.
Carl Jung (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: misswallflower, via paradoxicalsentiments)
life-of-an-architecture-student:
You know what i mean… ;)
AND DON’T FORGET TO BATHE. (if possible)
and to breathe (if possible)
i started my day early today. drove with my mom from the farm house at 8 in the morning to drop my little brother at school. then as soon as i got home i went online for half an hour then got dressed and headed to fadia’s to get some work done. her mom does the tastiest desserts and i had a delicious plate of 3 different types of sweets with a cup of tea which was more than enough to turn my day into a lovely one :) at 12:30 i drove off to Gloria Jean’s (a place I hate so much) for my AEISEC interview. I was pretty nervous and spent the ride saying things aloud to myself which i think looked awkward to the people in the street but i really don’t care :D. anyways the staff there were the furthest they could be from friendly. I had to order something so i asked for water but was told it wasn’t considered an order and that i had to order a ‘real drink’, but i really did not want anything because i had just had a coffee, a tea, and an enormous amount of dessert all in the past hour, but i had to get something so after a long while of thinking and asking about almost all the drinks there i went for an iced latte which was good enough to ease my shaky hands and dry throat. leaving out that i almost never finished a sentence and that my hand gestures where awkward and that i kept picking at my finger skins (which was pretty noticeable), the interview went well. at least i hope so. i only hope i didn’t look like i was trying so hard. on the way out i sat for a few minutes with sandy (who was there for her interview as well) and her friend linda. and on the way out i saw a girl i knew from highschool and stopped to say hi and she kinda hugged me and the whole thing was awkward. now im at the university library, was planning to work but ive been here for almost two hours now and the only thing i got done is replying to every birthday wish i got on facebook, and going through my tumblr dash. the rest of the day is yet to come and i have lots of work to do.
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It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you’re ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
Nathan Scott (via arpeggiated)
(Source: magicmanula, via songbirdsweresinging)
Cloudsplosions by Joschi Herczeg and Daniele Kaehr
Synchronizing a camera with a custom-built detonator, the duo of Herczeg and Kaehr were able to freeze the exact moment of mid-asplosion in every day, mundane settings, creating these solemn, peaceful looking clouds that seem to be gently rolling through an apartment.
(via thelaughteroftrees)
I went to a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand, and NO onto my right palm, what can I say, it hasn’t made my life wonderful, its made life possible, when I rub my hands against each other in the middle of winter I am warming myself with the friction of YES and NO, when I clap my hands I am showing my appreciation through the uniting and parting of YES and NO, I signify “book” by peeling open my hands, every book, for me, is the balance of YES and NO, even this one, my last one, especially this one. Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
-Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Added credit to Emily for the photo.
(via sarmentum)
it’s about 7 in the morning. I got up early to continue sketching what i was supposed to finish yesterday. i have a class at 9.30 and i think i’ll finish the rest of them during my 3-hour break in the library. my left eye is so red and it really hurts it’s probably because i spend too much time on the computer. i want to get myself used to waking up early (earlier than i usually do). my birthday is tomorrow and i don’t wanna celebrate. i don’t know what i want exactly. made plans in my head last night as i was trying to sleep about doing a project with someone i really wish i was friends/project partners with. i just want today to be a calm, smooth day. that’s all i ask for for today.
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I don’t know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.
Ned Vizzini (via thelaughteroftrees)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via thelaughteroftrees)
