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‘Another Travelin’ Song’ by Bright EyesWell I dreamt a ship was sinking, there was people screaming all around

‘Another Travelin’ Song’ by Bright Eyes
Well I dreamt a ship was sinking, there was people screaming all around


#127- Wings of Desire (1987)"I now know what no angel knows."

#127- Wings of Desire (1987)
"I now know what no angel knows."

Back in the day, Walter would, every once in a while, forget how to draw. Remember?" Louise said.

“Oh yeah,” Walter agreed. “That still happens occasionally. It’s like, ‘Oh my god, nothing I’m drawing looks any good anymore. My life is over as an artist.’ And what I realized, because I was an editor at the time, and had seen a lot of work go past me, was that when you hit this phase where suddenly your stuff, which looks just like it did yesterday, doesn’t look good to you anymore, it’s because your mind has made a leap. Your brain has gotten farther than your hand has learned to do it yet. But eventually, give it a few weeks, keep it up and you’ve made a leap in your own craft. That was a big help because it was so depressing when you realize you couldn’t draw anymore.

From an interview with Walt and Louise Simonson. (via twiststreet)

Exactly this. 

(via mckelvie)

Come on, hand. Your move.

oldaker-art:

Non Conformist, 100x100cm, oil on canvas, 2014

oldaker-art:

Non Conformist, 100x100cm, oil on canvas, 2014

When you look deeply into your anger, you will see that the person you call your enemy is also suffering. As soon as you see that, the capacity of accepting and having compassion for them is there.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via thecalminside)

Nobuyoshi Araki, Polaroid, Japan, 1980

Nobuyoshi Araki, Polaroid, Japan, 1980

May we all one day be as wise as Miyazaki-san.

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We all need to disconnect sometimes. Get outside this weekend!

– Alexander

Little by little.

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We all need to disconnect sometimes. Get outside this weekend!

– Alexander

Little by little.

It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.
Jean Paul Sartre, from The Flies  (via violentwavesofemotion)