How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via poetrist)
Norval Morrisseau, Thunderbird, 1977
"A self-taught painter, Norval Morrisseau created an innovative visual vocabulary which was initially criticized in the Native community for its disclosure of traditional spiritual knowledge, previously passed down orally. He acquired his knowledge from his grandfather, Moses ("Potan") Nanakonagos, who taught him about Midewiwin scrolls which provided him with a source of powerful images and meanings."
- Official Bio
"Mostly void, partially stars"
ARE THESE MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT VALE NAILS?!?!
yo im a dude and even i want this
if you are softer
have been loved.
Nayyirah Waheed, salt. ( (via purplebuddhaproject)
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night
do you ever have the urge to tell someone to shut the fuck up even when they aren’t talking
It was difficult growing up on the Reservation, everyone walking around with their own wind blowing and brightly colored leafs everywhere, made for interesting days I tell ya!
I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone that shows me their soul.
This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”