September 8, 2014

So many times, we make decisions about who we are – who we want to be, who we aspire to be, what we aspire to do – based on what we believe are our own self-imposed limitations, not those of the world. And we live inside those self-imposed limitations, without any sense that we can actually expand [them] if we let ourselves.


I don’t think it’s a matter of overcoming [our] fears — fears are fears, and we have a reptilian brain which we can’t simply turn on and turn off… It is critical to live despite those fears – if you’re waiting for the fears to go away, they’re not. You have to make a decision that you want [what you want] more than you want to be held back or self-protected by those fears.


— A magnificent conversation with Debbie Millman, who is an incessant source of wisdom on how to live a good life and how to muster the courage necessary for a creative career.  (via explore-blog)

September 1, 2014

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August 20, 2014
Africa — Aaron Pellish

August 20, 2014

On my first night in Buenos Aires, I looked up at the sky and was surprised to see stars, many of them, all of them bright. I haven’t been to many cities, but I’ve been to enough to miss the night’s sky in places like Chicago where the city lights drown it out. It took passing through the city’s planetarium exactly one week later to realize the sky looked different than I expected, because it is different here. “El cielo del sur” the posters read, the sky of the south. The pictures showed all of the constellations that can be seen from this side of the world. There are 11 in total, which is six more than the northern hemisphere has, I later found out. Half of those constellations have stars brighter than any constellations in the northern hemisphere.

For the last 20 years I’ve been living as if my country were the center of the world, only to discover yesterday that it is actually the southern hemisphere that faces the galactic center of the Milky Way.

August 2, 2014

Grateful to the people who helped me get through this beast of a year. Hopeful for what’s to come. 

June 17, 2014

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June 8, 2014


The world is weird, man. Weird and kinda beautiful.

(Source: ikarost, via infinity-imagined)

May 21, 2014


Daily Inspiration-For 600 days, Chacón traveled 125,946 miles through 36 countries on five motorcycles, taking short selfie clips along the way on his GoPro camera. He compiled the clips into a three-minute YouTube video, documenting his journey as he travels the globe on a motorcycle.

May 4, 2014



She was the last person to screen-test, and I was so bored of it by then… . And then she came in, and it was like diving into whitewater rapids and having no desire to hang on to the side. Throughout shooting, it was wild and exciting. I couldn’t help but try to stay with her, keep pace with her and not let her get away. [Laughs.] Like an animal preying on a smaller animal, but a wily smaller animal. - Andrew Garfield

Daily Photo- Ugh they make me want to die of envy

April 23, 2014

This year of my life has been an extensive case study about the ways in which people can suck 

April 14, 2014

So happy to see my friends happy even if most of them are hundreds of miles away. That’s when you know you’ve been blessed with friendship - when just thinking about their happiness and your memories with them can fill your heart with such joy.

April 7, 2014

Typewriter Series #741 by Tyler Knott Gregson


Typewriter Series #741 by Tyler Knott Gregson

March 19, 2014

Every day, I open up my laptop to a reminder of that day, that moment. My screensaver background captures the time nearly four years gone—A black and white photograph of a French man with shadowed eyes and unshaven face, feeding birds in mid-flight in front of Notre Dame in Paris. I remember watching him that day. His arm held out with the poise of a straightened back, looking as if it were naturally born to be a perch. Bird after bird would fly to his hand, sometimes in groups, and he held onto the bread just tight enough to feed them all so one bird wouldn’t carry the whole loaf away. It was art, the way he did it. He saw me and handed me a piece, and then he scoffed at me when the first bird that flew up to me knocked the entire piece to the ground. He knew how. I didn’t. It was his city. Not mine. I read his belittling look and wrinkled expression like a book. There are things I don’t know that have nothing to do with language. 

March 19, 2014

Must not sleep. Must do work.

March 14, 2014

Dreaming of summer rainstorms and dance parties and making a mess baking cookies. 

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