theListlessWayfarer

Acquainted with my spiritual path -Dismantling into dust.

Contemporary vegan anarchy with a post-modern DIY aesthetic - all underneath the lid of an empathetic dumpster.
occvlta:

Behold the Death of the Sun and the Coming of the Introspective Winter. May its cold winds and frozen lights guide us to the Depths of the Self. May we all cherish in its lifeless cloak. And await, for something is about to come…

occvlta:

Behold the Death of the Sun and the Coming of the Introspective Winter. May its cold winds and frozen lights guide us to the Depths of the Self. May we all cherish in its lifeless cloak. And await, for something is about to come…

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38mm Evolve Brazillian Agate teardrops with druzy!

Thanks to Jim at Hard Luck Body Worx in Fon du Lac, Wi

Will be playing on Thursday.
Hope to see some of ya’ll there.

Will be playing on Thursday.
Hope to see some of ya’ll there.

swinku:

New comic about NAMES! I’ve mentioned name stuff before in a previous “do and don’t” comic, but I fleshed the idea out a little further because its a pet peeve of mine. But a bigger problem that affects a lot more people in different more scaring ways

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No sleep and full of fidgets. The anxiety before this tattoo is killing me.

All fancied up in New York.

All fancied up in New York.

The truth about love is: it happens. A lot. It happens at appropriate times (like, when you’re in a long-term relationship with someone great), and also inappropriate ones (like, when you meet somebody at a party and have a weirdly awesome conversation and then make out in a bathroom). Love is just not all that concerned with appropriateness.

We have a mythology surrounding romantic love that says it’s a special, rare feeling, reserved for just a few people in your whole life. It says that love takes time to develop, and that the feelings you experience at the outset of a relationship are not love, but something else (“infatuation”, “a crush”, or my favorite, “twitterpation” (see Bambi)). It also says that love is generally constant and reliable, and that falling in love is A MAJOR LIFE EVENT, about which SOMETHING MUST BE DONE!…

….Imagine if you could say to a casual partner, “I love you. It’s no big deal. It doesn’t mean you’re The One, or even one of the ones. It doesn’t mean you have to love me back. It doesn’t mean we have to date, or marry, or even cuddle. It doesn’t mean we have to part ways dramatically in a flurry of tears and broken dishes. It doesn’t mean I’ll love you until I die, or that I’ll still love you next year, or tomorrow.”…

The big advantage for the lover is that falling in love will feel less scary, life-threatening, and crazy-making. As long as love is theoretically reserved for people whom you want to date and possibly marry, falling in love will be confusing and dramatic. If we interpret this particular set of feelings and thoughts as an epic, life-changing event, we’ll have no choice but to get really, really attached to our beloved. We’ll throw a lot of expectations at them (“Love me back! Love me only! Love me forever!”), and feel hurt and resentful if the feeling is not mutual…

If love was casual, perhaps it wouldn’t collide into our sense of identity or our plans for the future at such high velocity. It wouldn’t feel so personal. If it’s not mutual, so what? If it doesn’t turn into a relationship, so what? I have feelings and desires all the time that go unsatisfied. Sometimes (okay, a lot of times), late at night, I want Chef’s Perfect Chocolate ice cream, but Creole Creamery closes at 10pm. Do I panic? Do I call Creole Creamery and leave a series of desperate messages? Do I curl into a ball and lament that without Chef’s Perfect Chocolate, I am a broken person who is not worthy of ice cream? No. I deal. I feel my feelings, whine a little if I need to, and go without. Like a grown-ass woman.

And here’s my favorite part: if love is casual - not something rare and dramatic and potentially painful, but something common and easy and mutually enjoyable - we all get to feel more love, and share more love.

Sounds lovely, right?”

Carsie Blanton, Casual Love (via moonbrains)

THIS FUCKING THIS THIS THIS THIS.

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Imagine if you could say to a casual partner, “I love you. It’s no big deal. It doesn’t mean you’re The One, or even one of the ones. It doesn’t mean you have to love me back. It doesn’t mean we have to date, or marry, or even cuddle. It doesn’t mean we have to part ways dramatically in a flurry of tears and broken dishes. It doesn’t mean I’ll love you until I die, or that I’ll still love you next year, or tomorrow.”

Then later, perhaps over brunch, you could tackle the question of whether there’s anything to do about it. All of the aforementioned - dating, marriage, cuddling, etc - are options, and there are an infinite number of other options (Skee ball, sailing around the world, double suicide). These are all things you can now choose or not choose, as two conscious adult human beings. The important distinction is that none of them is implied just by saying the word “love”.”

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This.

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(Source: polyverse, via nyjahatuatao)

Alice Coltrane- Blue Nile

Tears in my eyes. So. Goddamn. Beautiful.

Escaping to NYC tomorrow.

For nine whole days.

Eating all of the vegan food.
Drinking all of the coffee.
Smoking all of the cigarettes.
Tattooing all of the left arm.
Doing all of the whatever the fuck I want.

(maybe even wearing shorts)
HOLY FUCK.

Let’s hang out.

collectivecadaver:

Do you really get stronger or does your heart just die a bit more?

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