3/6

-my brudder and i are having 'mini muffin tv marathon!' night
-i can't find my damn glue stick anywhere
-bike riding in the rain is a glorious event
-my plan for tomorrow is: build a fort

prince polo

dead poets

currently, I am obsessed with Walden by Henry David Thoreau. 

''I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck all the marrow out of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover I had not lived. ''

I am also obsessed with my Moleskin notebook, learning about photography, and things that make my mind boggle. I read something from a Seamus poem that says the end of art will be peace. Take a good think over that. I want to say that art can arise from tranquility, but that I can only say in theory. From what I see, art is fueled by injustices and hurts and wars and heartbreaks.  Art is an outlet against these things as well as fueled by these things. Art is a paradox of ugly and beautiful.

I am glad that today I can spend hours reading and musing the words of philosophers long gone. A day well, well spent. 

some things in capitals because they are true and i should remember them

- YOU HAVE TO WANT TO WRITE MORE THAN YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER.


- MAKING ART IS DANGEROUS, REVEALING, AND NECESSARY


- YOU ATTRACT WHAT YOU FEAR


- LOVE NEVER DIES A NATURAL DEATH

intangible somethings

in the quiet

and

the

           loud

in the spaces

and 

the     crowd

i miss what we almost were

it just doesn't get more beautiful...

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this was said to me:

I fucking love you.
And I think you are my definition of rad.


all I gotta say is: likewise, dear friend, likewise.