i love that text. short, emotional messages in irrational places.. like someone just had to make itself heard.
our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.
i often hear people say (and think myself) that they deserve something. but the question is - why do we deserve things at all? and compared to who? is this word just a relic from religion - a reminder of the categories hell/heaven? or is it a disguised form of presumption?
what we deserve in life is perhaps the same thing as what we expect of life?
and isn’t it kind of amazing to be alive at all, considering the odds?
this reddish purple color makes me think of spirituality.
swan picture by the unicorn diaries.
waking up every day thinking: what do i want to do today? and then doing exactly that. as if you don’t have a care in the world.
pastel houses in prague by pixie buttercup
people do not lack strength; they lack will.
good morning! i hope you slept well.. i woke up and giggled a little to “how much is your clock”, it’s supposed to spell “what time is it”.. :) kind of like the common swedish mistake of saying: “do you want my leg/can you show me your leg” when leg = ID card. but i’ll leave it that way - you understood! and i am amazed how many of you are international, most are you are from different parts of the world.. i feel really motivated by that. also, thank you for all your sweet sidenotes, i do love you too - most of you.
a little tired.. mondays are long..
by the way, how much is the clock where you’re at, right now?
and where do you come from?
how right he was, victor hugo, 150 years ago:
stupidity talks, vanity acts.
$4,500.00 is the perverse price tag on the origami lamp if you were by any chance wondering..