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Bridal Veil Falls, refusing to fall straight down. 

A bright cheerful walk.

Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? … Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

To-do list gained a pet. (Taken with instagram)

doodleofboredom:

Could you draw a Velociraptor, Raoul Duke, and The Fonz driving a classic 60s convertible on route 66? That’s one of the classic buddy road-trip movie that was never made, but should have been.
lol. I love it! 

This makes 2012 a brilliant, brilliant year. THANK YOU! :D

theartofanimation:

Simon Petocz

The light. Omilord the light.

A Hoatzin chick. Birds still retain vestiges of their dinosaurian past in fingers at the end of their wings, and many even retain claws. The Hoatzin has a little more of that past, though, and still uses its fingers and claws as a somewhat functional hand; this chick climbs to safety using its wings like the long adaptable arms they once were.

I believe that two tools, Goals and Identity, are very powerful instruments we’re pushed into using - but they’re dangerous weapons easily mishandled. Why do we have goals, why do we hold onto an identity? because we see something in them that’ll bring us happiness, or integrity, or connection with others. They’re meta-happinesses, though; they’re guides that may bring us what we want but that all too often we get caught up in satisfying for themselves.

Take weight loss - nobody wants to lose weight. We might want to be more attractive, healthier, fitter, and we may want to move with more elegance and grace and less pain - but the loss of the effects of gravity on the mass of our carbon, oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen (with trace elements!) bodies isn’t what we crave.

But still we see a rise of a thousand grams on a pair of scales and we mope back to our couch, forgetting that the exercise and simpler eating we’ve been doing make it easier to move, and the fall into the cushions hurts less - and that we’re closer to the friends we bonded with while we walked six miles.

The goal is not the goal, and you are not your identity.

“There was a full-page picture of the most extraordinary creature that I had ever seen. It was the wild dream of an opium smoker, a vision of delirium. The head was like that of a fowl, the body that of a bloated lizard, the trailing tail was furnished with upward-turned spikes, and the curved back was edged with a high serrated fringe, which looked like a dozen cocks’ wattles placed behind each other. In front of this creature was an absurd mannikin, or dwarf, in human form, who stood staring at it.”

—The Lost World, Arthur Conan Doyle

doodleofboredom:

Merry non-hallucinogenic Christmas everyone. <3

Ikat stopped walking, and mimed a toast. “To the coming generations. May they always start something they can’t finish.”

—Induction, by Greg Egan

If only I could tell you what I know, oh! how you’d dance!

rochila:

the booties just make the outfit <3

Hahah

Two friends, Brian and Helen, 1961.

So rockabilly.

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