"A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusion." —from "Alan Watts Teaches Meditation" (1992)

"A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusion." —from "Alan Watts Teaches Meditation" (1992)

I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath tasted. I fucking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again.

James Frey, My Friend Leonard (via kushandwizdom)

My friend Susan; my brother Joey.

(Reblogged from kushandwizdom)
(Reblogged from kushandwizdom)

It was sofa king hot like night, I couldn’t get to sleep before 3, then awake with the heat at 8. C’mon rain and cooler temps! (Think there’s a chance of rain in August.)

Working on it.

Working on it.

(Reblogged from kushandwizdom)
t3chn0ir:

'Some nomads are at home everywhere. Others are at home nowhere, and I was one of those'
Tracks (2013)

Just realizing, and accepting, this about myself. It’s not a good feeling. I’ve traveled a lot, different countries, all states except Alaska and Hawaii, and, after growing up in Alabama, I always thought I would feel more at home somewhere else. I would get somewhere, like it, but, after a while, feel no better there than anywhere else I had been. I was sure making a life in Oregon would be for me, more progressive than Alabama, more open minds, but, after three months, I feel no better than I did in Alabama. Yes, wherever you go, there you are…you can’t escape yourself. But to finally realize it doesn’t matter where you go, or what you do, you won’t feel at home or be happy anywhere, is very darkening. Why keep going, after a lifetime of trying, if you see you’ll never really be happy, always a little too pensive, never in the moment, no matter what you try?

t3chn0ir:

'Some nomads are at home everywhere. Others are at home nowhere, and I was one of those'

Tracks (2013)

Just realizing, and accepting, this about myself. It’s not a good feeling. I’ve traveled a lot, different countries, all states except Alaska and Hawaii, and, after growing up in Alabama, I always thought I would feel more at home somewhere else. I would get somewhere, like it, but, after a while, feel no better there than anywhere else I had been. I was sure making a life in Oregon would be for me, more progressive than Alabama, more open minds, but, after three months, I feel no better than I did in Alabama. Yes, wherever you go, there you are…you can’t escape yourself. But to finally realize it doesn’t matter where you go, or what you do, you won’t feel at home or be happy anywhere, is very darkening. Why keep going, after a lifetime of trying, if you see you’ll never really be happy, always a little too pensive, never in the moment, no matter what you try?

(Reblogged from sitasays)

I agree, but then I thought, is that a matter of being children at heart, or simply human?

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All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.
Miranda July, It Chooses You  (via mirroir)

(Source: aquotee)

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(Reblogged from psychofactz)

I just need to get through today. It’s not the mountain ahead that wears you down; it’s the pebble in your shoe. (Surgery needed to remove pebble.)

I shall always be depressed, but what comforts me is the realization that I can now accept this dark side as the commanding side of my personality. In accepting it I will make it work for me.
Samuel Beckett as quoted by Mason Curry in the book Daily Rituals: How Artists Work (via notational)
(Reblogged from christinasanantonio)
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
note to self (via 27sailors)

(Source: c0ntemplations)

(Reblogged from simplementbleu)

"Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth."  — Alan Watts quoted in Life magazine (21 April 1961)