September 18th

1:40AM // 62 notes // Maybe it’s easier to see people as peripheral. Maybe that’s why we do it. It’s a weird and daunting experience to let other people in their fullness into our minds. It is so much easier to see them as serving a purpose in our own lives.

Synecdoche, New York (via m1708p)

1:37AM // 784 notes // Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.

Probably the best monologue ever - Synecdoche, New York (via markusparkus)

September 16th

5:45PM // Hypnotized by my Mind:
An inattentive mind is filled with thoughts. In a passive state it is constantly creating images and applying them to what I observe. The images provoke pleasure or pain, which is recorded in my memory, and illusions form around desires for satisfaction. In observing from a fixed vantage point, this mind creates a kind of separation, an opposition, a judge that reacts to everything with a preconception based on what has been learned. -Jeanne de Salzmann

From The Reality of Being by Jeanne de Salzmann

September 12th

1:03PM // 6 notes

smallcomic:

Eternal Tortoise Epilogue part 17 (for previous comic click here)

Well hells bells, this here torty gettin’ pretty violent.  no sir, I dont like the looks of it.  Not one bit.

This one features yet another quote from the Tao te Ching.

September 9th

10:34PM // 6 notes

dude-gimme-a-beat:

Wilderness

In a real sense we are on a kind of wilderness journey. Of course, true wilderness has nothing to do with sand dunes, cacti and searing sun. True wilderness is the experience of having the familiar patterns of our life suddenly turned upside down: the breakdown of regular routine and patterns.

-Br. Geoffrey Tristram

Full Sermon:  http://ssje.org/ssje/category/sermon/?p=2111

Suicide – Cheree

Br. Geoffrey rightly identifies the sort of wilderness everyone experiences at one time or another. It is inevitable. In this excerpt, he uses the word “suddenly”. We may also find ourselves wandering a wilderness for a prolonged time though as well. And it is from that perspective where this song came to mind. I was a young adult and had expected my life would dramatically improve once I got away from high school. I was not yet mature enough to realize that I was contributing to the problem in a large way, and had always been allowing the people or places around me to control and intimidate me. And so, I was descending into an ever deeper haze of depression and fear. The impressive stash of money I had saved by working my ass off throughout high school for college was gone. All shot in one year for one foolish of year of college. Just half of that cash could have bought me a studio anywhere in Boston which would be worth literally 10 times the price now. The structures which were reliable pillars in my life when I was younger were no longer in place. I really didn’t have any friends, and so, no one to confide in, and I was becoming more and more isolated. I was convinced that music was beckoning me. That if I followed where that interest was, I would find my place. And not just music, but the intellects and ideas that went with the music I felt I was being drawn to so powerfully. I had read about this band Suicide. Two guys from NYC who played old, beat-up synthesizers and sounded like no one else. They were identified as early punks. Through antagonism, incompetence, or deliberate intent, they sometimes provoked riots with their music. So one Saturday in early summer, I rode my bike to Mystery Train, one of the great used record stores Boston once claimed, I bought the “Half Alive” cassette on the legendary Roir Records. Upon arriving back home, I did so with a tremendous thud of loneliness. In my head, I somehow expected that something would have happened while I was out. I would have met someone, had some interesting experience. Or I would have at least been gone longer than I was. It was still early afternoon for crying out loud! And my day was done. And what’s worse – I couldn’t really even tell if I liked this freakin band! What the hell was I listening to?!? Was this my life?!? An endless unnoticed stream of quiet disappointments? And yet, there was an undeniable energy to the tape. Some songs stood out in my head and demanded a second listen. There was an ominous air about the sound. It rumbled and vibrated and truly did seem to be otherworldly. Some songs were oddly catchy. And some, like this one, were quite sweet and sentimental in their way. It was not clear to me that afternoon, nor even a year later, but that afternoon was a turning point in my life. God was with me that day, witnessing to my loneliness and sadness, but the time had not yet come to break free from it. I was still being fed. And this album was part of the process for me. This is how God seems to work. One day it seems none of the pieces fit and the pain we feel is so acute, but then one little piece, one glimmer of light falls into place, and we begin to understand. It is easy to encourage people to be patient, to suggest that God is with them even when it seems everything is so wrong. I myself would have replied with a stream of profanity at the suggestion that particular day, and perhaps still to this day if I’m in just enough of a crappy mood. But I do believe it’s true. God is at work and is with us even when we suffer. Praying and cultivating a state of awareness helps us to understand this, and helps buffer us from the intensity of the pain we experience at times. God may very well be using that pain in that moment to forge the person you will be when joy surrounds you. 

6:57PM // 8 notes

alexiskanner:

Kings and Desperate Men - 1981

 Finally!  I’ve been desperately waiting to see this movie because I <3 Mcgoohan.

September 8th

9:15AM // 15 notes

enui:

God dog

September 7th

5:45PM // 121 notes

mei-xing:

Not sleepy, so did a sketch while in bed. I call this one ‘I have no idea what I’m doing.’

1:30PM // 50 notes

theferdescape:

I’m going to SPX next week, walking around with a new little collection of drawings and comics to sell/trade! It’ll have a bunch of stuff that I’ve posted recently, plus some new mice doodles like this one here.

Maybe I’ll see you there???

12:32PM // 80 notes

scannedlife:

new GIF!