February 2012
6 posts
fuckyeahexistentialism:
“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and...
”the aeroplanes. my dear friends. they will keep you wild, here on this island.”
January 2012
41 posts
i’m going on a boar hunt
I’m going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
I’m quite scared.
the pringles man is guy fawkes gone fat.
loose lips sink ships
fuckyeahexistentialism:
“There is not love of life without despair about life”
—
Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays (1970)
lets just go to war already. come on.
‘do you think the owls will be out tonight?’
‘we’re not staying till that late today.’
wild
fuckyeahthoreau:
“Those spotted maple leaves, — what mean their bright colors? Yellow with a greenish centre and crimson border on the green leaves, as if the Great Chemist had dropped some strong acid by chance from a phial designed for autumnal use! Very handsome. Decay and disease are often beautiful, like the pearly tear of the shellfish and the hectic glow of consumption.”
—
Thoreau (via...
fishing.
December 2011
16 posts
asian made coffee. bless you.
