Burning sage last night on the top of Angel’s Rest at sunset in hopes of a better day today.
hay tanta gente acá que se hace la piola y es más imbécil que no se. Me hacen querer irme a la bosta, gente careta por todos lados y yo que pensé que acá la gente tiraba la posta.
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
Batgirl, by Peter V Nguyen
In the very act of writing I felt pleased with what I did. There was the pleasure of having words come to me, and the pleasure of ordering them, re-ordering them, weighing one against another. Pleasure also in the imagination of the story, the feeling that it could mean something. Mostly I was glad to find out that I could write at all. In writing you work toward a result you won’t see for years, and can’t be sure you’ll ever see. It takes stamina and self-mastery and faith. It demands those things of you, then gives them back with a little extra, a surprise to keep you coming. It toughens you and clears your head. I could feel it happening. I was saving my life with every word I wrote, and I knew it.Tobias Wolff (via observando)
1948, tempera, Museum of Modern Art, New York, USA
No shortage of waterfalls and wildflowers in the Columbia River Gorge!
Traveling alone has been everything except lonely for me.
“Boy meets girl – from Outer Space” by Weegee (Arthur Fellig), c. 1955, New York
You know his name.
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014),
dir. by Wes Anderson