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18th September 14

really-shit:

After a recent divorce and getting let go at his job, Sebastiaan De With took a journey deep into the Alaskan Arctic. Accompanied with a friend, they duo rode until the road eventually ran out some 11,000 miles later.

(Source: goo.gl, via acarefullycuratedmess)

18th September 14

aheartsaheavyburden:

GIMME 20

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16th September 14
Jodie Foster was here.

Jodie Foster was here.

16th September 14
One heck of a ride. Almost bailed, then we prevailed and were aptly rewarded. ~Such is the dream, eh?

One heck of a ride. Almost bailed, then we prevailed and were aptly rewarded. ~Such is the dream, eh?

15th September 14

archatlas:

@eskimon Simon Kemp 

Check out this tumblr!

15th September 14
Fifteen - Petroleum Distillation

I’ve been having a hard time trying to justify
The clouds arising from the cars we drive
And a little too easy seems just a little too hard today
And I’m afraid my children are going to have to watch the world waste away
Been having a hard time trying to accept the fact
That paying money for four walls leaves the slavery intact
And a little too easy seems just a little too hard today
And I’m afraid my children are going to have to watch the world slip away
I know, I know, I know, life has become slavery
Costs two dollars a minute and additional charges to pray to god today
See I’ve been looking for some guidance but the voice on the phone ain’t got a damn thing to say
And a little too easy seems just a little too hard today
And I’m afraid my children are going to have to watch the world fade away
I was born a little too late to see the dream that they called America
SEE I ONLY WANT TO BE A FREE MAN, BUT IT’S AGAINST THE LAW TO SLEEP ON THE GROUND IN GOD’S LAND
And a little too easy seems just a little bit insane
And I’m afraid I’m going to have to run for my life one of these days
I know, I know, I know, life has become slavery
The ground is my body, it’s been poisoned with lead and junk food and toxic waste
The sky is my mind it’s been clouded with cigarettes and fluorocarbons and petroleum distillates
The water’s my heart, it’s been broken with booze and drugs and shooting up paste
The sun is my spirit, it belongs to all of us, I guess we’re all one sick race
And autonomy shall reward itself with freedom
And humility shall reward itself with peace
And the dissolution of possession and the integration of humanity
Shall bring forth a sharing of our responsibility
For our lives and our earth

Fifteen - Petroleum Distillation

I’ve been having a hard time trying to justify
The clouds arising from the cars we drive
And a little too easy seems just a little too hard today
And I’m afraid my children are going to have to watch the world waste away
Been having a hard time trying to accept the fact
That paying money for four walls leaves the slavery intact
And a little too easy seems just a little too hard today
And I’m afraid my children are going to have to watch the world slip away
I know, I know, I know, life has become slavery
Costs two dollars a minute and additional charges to pray to god today
See I’ve been looking for some guidance but the voice on the phone ain’t got a damn thing to say
And a little too easy seems just a little too hard today
And I’m afraid my children are going to have to watch the world fade away
I was born a little too late to see the dream that they called America
SEE I ONLY WANT TO BE A FREE MAN, BUT IT’S AGAINST THE LAW TO SLEEP ON THE GROUND IN GOD’S LAND
And a little too easy seems just a little bit insane
And I’m afraid I’m going to have to run for my life one of these days
I know, I know, I know, life has become slavery
The ground is my body, it’s been poisoned with lead and junk food and toxic waste
The sky is my mind it’s been clouded with cigarettes and fluorocarbons and petroleum distillates
The water’s my heart, it’s been broken with booze and drugs and shooting up paste
The sun is my spirit, it belongs to all of us, I guess we’re all one sick race
And autonomy shall reward itself with freedom
And humility shall reward itself with peace
And the dissolution of possession and the integration of humanity
Shall bring forth a sharing of our responsibility
For our lives and our earth

15th September 14
Thank you for bringin’ the radness to this day, (and so many times to my life), YOSEMITE VALLEY, CALIFORNIA, USA. (!!!)

Thank you for bringin’ the radness to this day, (and so many times to my life), YOSEMITE VALLEY, CALIFORNIA, USA. (!!!)

10th September 14

My first backflip. A long time back now. STOKED to get back in the air here shortly. Is there anything more fun?! #flyingwithfriends

10th September 14
“Soon I was feeling grateful too for the familiar rewards of simple living - for the cleansingly primitive habits and precautions.”
       ~Colin Fletcher

“Soon I was feeling grateful too for the familiar rewards of simple living - for the cleansingly primitive habits and precautions.”
~Colin Fletcher

"Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future."

10th September 14

Jonathan Safran Foer (via yeshecholwa)

(Source: kushandwizdom, via sweetlotus)

10th September 14

This is the look of happiness. Dilla stoked to be crossin’ all these Borderlines.

9th September 14
Earlier today I was a bit sleepy. Stepped outside, saw this and immediately started running back and forth and screaming in amazement. YESSSSSS!

Earlier today I was a bit sleepy. Stepped outside, saw this and immediately started running back and forth and screaming in amazement. YESSSSSS!

8th September 14
Sat up here last night with a great friend and spoke of life. It’s nice to think about this ride and how it puts you through your paces. Perhaps cracking you open in the perfect, (and sometimes worst), ways to have you grow and expand. This says it well:
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Sat up here last night with a great friend and spoke of life. It’s nice to think about this ride and how it puts you through your paces. Perhaps cracking you open in the perfect, (and sometimes worst), ways to have you grow and expand. This says it well:
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

6th September 14

Back to work and it ain’t a bad thing! Me and Dilla on the Magicbus in.
(On a side note, I think that Dill is the spirit child of Janis Joplin and Bart Simpson).

"We are what we think we are. The habitual inclination of our thoughts determines our talents and abilities, and our personality. So whatever you want to be, start to develop that pattern now."

5th September 14

Paramahansa Yogananda (via abiding-in-peace)

(via galileogst)