Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

thefantasticcaitlin:

The people making fun of your major are soulless and don’t know the meaning of happiness.

drawingarchitecture:

Dan Liu, Capriccio of Coal Exchange. 

drawingarchitecture:

Dan Liu, Capriccio of Coal Exchange. 

(Source: young-flowers)

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark,
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
Nobody’s funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
garden-of-vegan:

Sprouted grain cinnamon raisin English muffin topped with peanut butter, banana, pumpkin seeds, goji berries, and buckwheat groats + kiwis.

garden-of-vegan:

Sprouted grain cinnamon raisin English muffin topped with peanut butter, banana, pumpkin seeds, goji berries, and buckwheat groats + kiwis.

rock-n-rollin-bitch:

Film stills from Daisies (1966), directed by Vêra Chytilová. (x)

Summer here in Bloomington was pretty nice, but holy shit am I excited to actually see other human beings around campus; I am also rather ready for classes to start. Looking at my reading lists, and am so pumped already for Paradise Lost, The Jungle, and Melville discussions (though sadly not Moby Dick; I’d love to take a course on that.)
Oh, and for Pynchon, Wallace, Eliot, and Faulkner discussions with my adviser!
(Can you tell I really like being an English major?)

onestarbookreview:

“I doubt I’ll pick it back up unless I run out of books to read, I’m too poor to buy any more books, all my friends turn on me and refuse to loan me anything else, and all the nearby libraries are set on fire simultaneously.”

onestarbookreview:

I doubt I’ll pick it back up unless I run out of books to read, I’m too poor to buy any more books, all my friends turn on me and refuse to loan me anything else, and all the nearby libraries are set on fire simultaneously.”

likeafieldmouse:

Ugo Rondinone

1. March, 2006

2. Sunday, April 23rd, 2006

3. Friday, August 4th, 2006

4. Saturday, November 21st, 2009

lord-kitschener:

lord-kitschener:

If you ever feel like your friendships are prone to drama, just remember that Siegfried Sassoon once wrote an angry letter to Robert Graves telling him that he was going to haunt Graves’ house/family if he died in WWI, and Graves later wrote back to Sassoon saying that Sassoon’s recent gunshot wound to the head knocked some sense into him.

The funny thing is that some of you might think that I am joking or exaggerating when I absolutely am not.

teachytv:

10 years ago today, Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way went back in time to sedouce Volxemort and protect all of us from his evil plans

reblog this post to honor Enoby’s brave sacrifice, ignore if you’re a prep or a poser

[…] and in my mind’s darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.

New York Film Academy’s study of gender inequality in the film industry.

And it’s not much different in other industries (see: academia. Which is why I’m increasingly worried about my chosen future…..)

(Source: howtocatchamonster)