vintageanchorbooks:

"A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan PoeTake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?

This must be read aloud to really feel it!

vintageanchorbooks:

"A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

This must be read aloud to really feel it!

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struggle meant nothing when i was with her. but now, sunny days burn.

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truth

When I imitate middle-class white speech, I see a flicker of unease cross the faces of the white people in the audience. Then when I go into ghetto riff, the smiles return. They’re fine as long as I am making fun of the same kind of people they make fun of, chinks and spics and niggers. But as soon as I start talking about them, I can clear a room.

Paul Mooney discussing his experiences while doing comedy shows and how he notices that jokes seem to be funnier when targeted towards certain groups of people. (via myfavemedia)

yep

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That’s the reality of it. You were hurt badly, and those scars will be with you forever. I feel sorry for you. But think of it like this: It’s not too late to recover. You’re young, you’re tough. You’re adaptable. You can patch up your wounds, lift up your head, and move on. For most that’s not an option. The only thing most people will ever be is lost. It doesn’t matter whether somebody judges this as good or bad—that’s not the point. You’re the one who has an advantage. You ought to consider that.

Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami (via stevenluce)

truth

streetsick:

My Head is Red and Other Riddle Rhymes by Myra Cohn Livingston

yep

streetsick:

My Head is Red and Other Riddle Rhymes by Myra Cohn Livingston

yep

The most intelligent men, like the strongest, find their happiness where others would find only disaster: in the labyrinth, in being hard with themselves and with others, in effort. Their delight is in self mastery. In them, asceticism becomes second nature, a necessity, an instinct. They regard a difficult task as a privilege. It is to them a recreation to play with burdens that would crush all others. They are the most honourable kind of men: but that does not prevent them being the most cheerful and most amiable. They rule, not because they want to, but because they are. They are not at liberty to play second.

  Friedrich Nietzsche, The Anti-Christ (via stxxz)

hmmmmm, this feels wrong and yet the idealism in it is worth pursuing…

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rodriguezmaf:

Editorial Illustration - A3 Celebrity PortraitsBrugold MarsDigital Illustration 
2014

she’s so talented! She’s like one of those artists I would reblog almost every work she puts out there!

rodriguezmaf:

Editorial Illustration - A3 
Celebrity Portraits

Brugold Mars

Digital Illustration 

2014

she’s so talented! She’s like one of those artists I would reblog almost every work she puts out there!

mineralists:

Malachite with Chrysocolla Partially polished Stalactite Congo

We had these all over the ground at my grandmother’s compound and thought nothing of it, until I came here to the US and saw the price tag of one…story of my life

mineralists:

Malachite with Chrysocolla
Partially polished Stalactite
Congo

We had these all over the ground at my grandmother’s compound and thought nothing of it, until I came here to the US and saw the price tag of one…story of my life

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what is beauty?

what is beauty?

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