A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
- Hermann Hesse (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: carpethedamndiem, via lostinamerica)


brutalgeneration:

untitled by luke bliss-thompsn on Flickr.

I am really tired of my own shit! 


How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via alighthouseofwords)

(via maypoet)


sportlifeon:

Grossglockner
kinggjayysshit:

heropirate:

Bob scrubbin’ your blog.

Thanks bob



with-grace-and-guts:

Helen_Levi_0032 by Nicole Franzen Photography on Flickr.