Edvard Munch (via coyotegold)
My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings.
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
Epiphany
(via aworldofexperiences)
Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else .
Abraham Hicks, Getting Into the Vortex (via searoute)
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via fuckinq)
If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.
Unknown (via thexpotent)
2014
It’s day three of 2014 and I’m not feeling any less guilty about not posting some thoughts I have, so I guess that’s good enough reason to write them down and send them to you.
I guess a part of me wants to lay out some predictions for the culture-at-large, and wouldn’t that feel great for a…
New record this Summer… Not a Born and Raised “plus”… A new group of songs to bring the whole thing up to date with Summer 2013. I have that hunger that always precedes something meaningful. See you all soon. And thanks for the warm welcome back to the stage. Getting back on it a little at a time.
John
