Small Things

"I live in the moment. Nothing is everything."

Ecstasy. From the Greek Ekstasis. Meaning not what you think. Meaning not euphoria or sexual climax or even happiness. Meaning literally: a state of displacement, of being driven out of one’s senses.

—Jeffrey Eugenides (via entelechies) (via elucipher) (via sylvides) (via jessieflux)

texturism:

conditions are never perfect. ‘someday’ is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you. if it’s important to you and you want to do it ‘eventually’, just do it and correct the course along the way.

- tim ferriss | via bourbonandpearlsohellofriend [emphasis mine]

moments ago, i decided to move something [important] from my someday list to my This Week List. excited and nervous and … alive.

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

slaughterhouse90210:

“And perhaps it didn’t matter to them, not always, what they read aloud; it was the breath of life flowing between them, and the words of the moment riding on it that held them in delight. Between some two people every word is beautiful, or might as well be beautiful.”― Eudora Welty, The Optimist’s Daughter

slaughterhouse90210:

“And perhaps it didn’t matter to them, not always, what they read aloud; it was the breath of life flowing between them, and the words of the moment riding on it that held them in delight. Between some two people every word is beautiful, or might as well be beautiful.”
― Eudora Welty,
The Optimist’s Daughter

gorbigorbi:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POLINA !!!
Polina Semionova was born on September 13, 1984 in Moscow, Russia

Bolshoi Ballet Academy – Graduate (2002), Staatsballett Berlin – Principal (2002 – 2012), American Ballet Theatre – Principal (2012 – present)

(via wiliqueen)

crashinglybeautiful:

Julie Fletcher (Australia), Lost Souls (Runner-up for Astronomy Photographer of the Year 2014 in the People and Space Category) via: My Modern Met.

crashinglybeautiful:

Julie Fletcher (Australia), Lost Souls (Runner-up for Astronomy Photographer of the Year 2014 in the People and Space Category) via: My Modern Met.

In this poor body, composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze. It is spirit, such as it is, which led me to poetry, at first little more than a pastime, then the full business of my life. There have been times when my spirit, so dejected, almost gave up the quest, other times when it was proud, triumphant. So it has been from the very start, never finding peace with itself, always doubting the worth of what it makes.

Nothing more exhilarating…than saving yourself by the simple act of waking.

—Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via larmoyante)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgiveable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

—Raymond Carver, “Rain” (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

cabbagerose:

Doug Wheeler’s lighting installation, titled D-N SF 12 PG VI, is installed for The Illusion of Light exhibition at Palazzo Grassi 
via: dezeen

cabbagerose:

Doug Wheeler’s lighting installation, titled D-N SF 12 PG VI, is installed for The Illusion of Light exhibition at Palazzo Grassi 

via: dezeen