Lakeside cabins on Sonora Island, British Columbia.
Photography by Andy Grellmann.
10:48 am • 10 April 2013 • 5,348 notes
e.e. cummings - may my heart always be open to little
9:34 pm • 15 March 2013 • 1,310 notes
“A real human is somebody who feels and who expresses his or her feelings. This may sound easy. It isn’t. A lot of people think or believe or know what they feel- but that’s thinking or believing or knowing: not feeling. And being real is feeling- not just knowing or believing or thinking. Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but it’s very difficult to learn to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody - but - yourself. If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve loved just once with a nobody-but-yourself heart, you’ll be very lucky indeed. And so my advice to all young people who wish to become real is: do something easy, like dreaming of freedom - like learning how to blow up the world- unless you’re not only willing, but glad, to commit yourself to feel and work and fight till you die. Does this sound dismal? It isn’t. It’s the most wonderful life on earth. Or so I feel.”
— E.E Cummings, A Poet’s Advice (via violentwavesofemotion)
9:32 pm • 15 March 2013 • 131 notes
Most work by Darryl Gardner in Vancouver, with some by Nik Hnidy as well. Knees done by SmAshley in Montreal…
9:19 pm • 15 March 2013 • 5,786 notes
Something needs to happen. Something huge. The taking over of something, a building, a city, a country. We should all be armed and taking over small countries. Or rioting. Or no: an orgy. There should be an orgy. But this– this is obscene. How dare we be standing around, talking about nothing, not running in one huge mass of people, running at something, something huge, knocking it over? Why do we all bother coming out, gathering here in numbers like this, without starting fires, tearing things down?”
- Dave Eggers; A Heart Breaking Work of Staggering Genuis
1:36 pm • 18 November 2012
“You don’t love a God. You love your comfort.”
— Andy Biersack (via here—i—am)
2:38 am • 12 August 2012 • 22 notes