— John Berger Ways of Seeing
(Source: homeless-dad, via rawwomen)
when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe."
— Charles Bukowski, Yes Yes (via gaols)
(Source: mournfully)
— e.e. cummings (via lunaoki)
(via breathinglisterine)
Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.
"— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You
(Source: dobslovearmy, via elle-emeno-pee)
— Kabir (via nirvikalpasamadhi)
— Warsan Shire
— Rabindranath Tagore (via nirvikalpa)
(Source: unconditionedconsciousness, via cooljeweledmoon)
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via budddha)
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