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Nobuyoshi Araki

Will you let m


know When it is time

bevsuse I ve done e\nough door Watching


Last for a lifetime


For the longest time, it was so hard finding the right flavor of goth. Just wanting to slip into a blanket of melancholy and tragic beauty, only to keep finding Halloween comedy and the Adams Family. Take the funny out of my goth! - I would think, angry. Then emo happened, all around me. And comedy finally made sense.

Daikichi Amano

The need for happiness surges and blisters at the most inopportune of moments.

When you’ve gone without a voice for so long, how do you begin to formulate words, build sentences?

Language is life. A voice that goes beyond reacting to the moment and sets the pillar of tomorrow. You can’t chase a future you can’t describe.



I have a lot of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky ways of cloudy innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere, or one universal self. Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes through everything, is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the one vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

Jack Kerouac, excerpt from Kerouac’s letter to his ex-wife (via arpeggia)

When Kerouac abandoned all revision he merged with the writer part of himself. The writer Jack Kerouac replaces the Jack Kerouac who used to be a man who wrote - he finally merged with his work, his sex life, his energy, everything was channelled into his writing. Like a hill farmer whose life and occupation are merged … a romantic, sacrificial approach to writing as prayer.

Allen Ginsberg

(Quoted in ‘Jack Kerouac - King of the Beats’ by Barry Miles)

(Source: jamesgrantbrown)


Roberto Ferri

(via 5 Funny Valentines Day Poems)

by Kerry Skarbakka.

lagoon by EvaBendaña on Flickr.