I post what speaks to me. What I love. What I think is funny. Cool. Beautiful. What I like to do. What makes me cry. And so on.
When I take people round to see my animals, one of the first questions they ask (unless the animal is cute and appealing) is, “what use is it?” by which they mean, “what use is it to them?” To this one can reply “What use is the Acropolis?” Does a creature have to be of direct material use to mankind in order to exist? By and large, by asking the question “what use is it?” you are asking the animal to justify its existence without having justified your own. - Gerald Durrell (via observando)
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth. - Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity. - Edvard Munch (via larmoyante)
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness. - (via sensitizes)