Plant your own garden & decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
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It’s one of my theories that when people give you advice, they’re really just talking to themselves in the past.
Karen Gunderson (American, b. 1943), The Thick of the Night, 2014. Oil on linen, 24 x 24 in.
Contorting amongst this spectacular bunch of weirdos in the Wonderland Spiegeltent is such fun. Only one week of shows left before Melbourne Fringe is over for another year and I say goodbye (for now) to the debaucherous world of the After Hours Cabaret Club. Grab tickets here and come see me debut my new act this week.
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Be a little kinder than you have to.
E. Lockhart (via prairietopdx)
poem. from salt. by nayyirah waheed.
It was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via wildfairy)
Motivation is overrated. No amount of motivation would’ve gotten me through hours of my accounting textbook. No “vision” is enough to keep me awake til the crack of dawn on an essay that I don’t even know if the professor will check. Discipline is what determines how far you go. On those days when your cute little list of #goals and vision of yourself 5 years from now aren’t enough, discipline will pull you out of bed and get you to work. I wish I knew this in high school because I thought I couldn’t work without motivation. I wasted so much time trying to find purpose before I realized that working now, albeit blindly, will ensure that I could chase any purpose I discover in the future. Sure, motivation is crucial, but it’s not consistent. It’s not reliable. You can only rely on yourself and your grit.
Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.
Audre Lorde
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I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.
Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via prairietopdx)
It’s empowering to say “this is no longer serves me” and to walk away in peace
Instead of, going against my own values by holding onto things for the sake of their temporary meaning in my life and then experiencing the agony of them ending because I didn’t listen to my intuition
Beauty is, in some way, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages… a beautiful object must always follow certain rules. A beautiful nose shouldn’t be longer than that or shorter than that, on the contrary, an ugly nose can be as long as the one of Pinocchio, or as big as the trunk of an elephant, or like the beak of an eagle, and so ugliness is unpredictable, and offers an infinite range of possibility. Beauty is finite, ugliness is infinite like God.
Umberto Eco, On The History Of Ugliness (via cafetoile)
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