I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson (via saintofsass)

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Sometimes I’m sad but then I remember that Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs got into a fist fight over the Oxford comma and then I’m alright.

(Source: aceodysseus, via yeahwriters)

I was sick of talking. Urban art allows us to speak louder than years of negotiating around a boardroom table. The pieces speak more to the community than any amount of verbal dialogue.

Catherine O’Halloran on the potential of urban art in Limerick, Ireland. (via thisbigcity)


If you’re #fancy + #sustainable, you shouldn’t be wearing anything but alpaca.


(by Joe Gomez)

(via northerntendencies)

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"Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence?"

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I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.

— Joan Didion (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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