We could be heroes

Hello there! This blog is inspired by one of my many silly overly romantic ideas. If anything, I hope my posts can inspire you, or invoke thought and introspection, because knowledge of oneself is the start of all wisdom, is it not?

If you are here because you found one of the black books I left around town, I hope you, like me, find many things in life beautiful.

you can contact me here or e-mail me at blackbookofbeautifulstuff@hotmail.com

You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there was too rigid a pattern. You came out of an education and are supposed to know your vocation. Your vocation is fixed, and maybe ten years later you find you are not a teacher anymore or you’re not a painter anymore. It may happen. It has happened. I mean Gauguin decided at a certain point he wasn’t a banker anymore; he was a painter. And so he walked away from banking. I think we have a right to change course. But society is the one that keeps demanding that we fit in and not disturb things. They would like you to fit in right away so that things work now.

Anaïs Nin (via young-dracula)

(Source: nagging, via pomeray)

.this too shall pass.: .For Amy- By Russel Brand.

riddleforyou:

When you love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction you await the phone call. There will be a phone call. The sincere hope is that the call will be from the addict themselves, telling you they’ve had enough, that they’re ready to stop, ready to try something new. Of course though, you…

(Source: heymonchhichi)

Announcement :)

There will be an URL change soon, but when I know what the new URL will actually be I will tell you more! There will also be minor repurposing of this blog, but I’ll get back on that! So sorry for the lack of post lately, I’ve been working on some new mojo! :p

Exciting stuff people!

Crashingly Beautiful: taste your coffee

crashinglybeautiful:

Student: “Master, what is the secret to meditation?”

Thich Nhat Hanh: “When you sip your coffee, taste your coffee.”

“When you sit in a café, with a lot of music in the background and a lot of projects in your head, you’re not really drinking your coffee or your tea. You’re drinking your…

Music: the breathing of statues. Perhaps:
the silence of paintings. Language where
language ends.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, from “On Music,” 1918, trans. Robert Bly (Thank you, proustitute)

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