Oh, Life...

I am a geographer, traveler, and
a connoisseur of fine things. Yada, yada, yada.
un-monde-de-papier:

Vue de toits (effet de neige), Gustave Caillebotte, 1878. Musée d’Orsay, Paris.
Photo: cc https://www.flickr.com/photos/clairity/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

un-monde-de-papier:

Vue de toits (effet de neige), Gustave Caillebotte, 1878. Musée d’Orsay, Paris.

Photo: cc https://www.flickr.com/photos/clairity/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

(via wim-visscher)

bittery:

LOUIE: Look, I liked the feeling of being in love with her, I liked it. But now she’s gone and I miss her and it sucks. And I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad, and I feel like, why even be happy if it’s just gonna lead to this? It wasn’t worth it.

BIGELOW: Boy, misery is wasted on the miserable.

LOUIE: What?

BIGELOW: You think spending time with her, kissing her, having fun with her, you think that’s what it was all about? That was love?

LOUIE: Yeah.

BIGELOW: This is love, missing her. Because she’s gone, wanting to die. You’re so lucky. You’re like a walking poem. Would you rather be some kind of… a fantasy? Some kind of a Disney ride? Is that what you want? Don’t you see, this is the good part. This is what you’ve been digging for all this time. Now you finally have it in your hand, this sweet nugget of love. Sweet, sad love and you wanna throw it away. You’ve got it all wrong!

LOUIE: I thought this was the bad part.

BIGELOW: No! The bad part is when you forget her. When you don’t care about her. When you don’t care about anything. The bad part is coming so enjoy the heartbreak while you can.

Feeling unsure and lost is part of your path. Don’t avoid it. See what those feelings are showing you and use it. Take a breath. You’ll be okay. Even if you don’t feel okay all the time.

Louis C.K.  (via 366quotes)

dramaqueenmeryn:

Still love this from A Moveable Feast :) #timehop #hemingway #AMoveableFeast #literature

dramaqueenmeryn:

Still love this from A Moveable Feast :) #timehop #hemingway #AMoveableFeast #literature

For there is only one great adventure and that is inward toward the self, and for that, time nor space nor even deeds matter.

—Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn (via fawksianfella)

The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.

Rebecca Solnit

This science-meets-poetry ode to the “lost light” that is Rayleigh-scattered blue comes from her book A Field Guide To Getting Lost (reviewed marvellously at Brain Pickings)

For a scientific take on why the sky is blue (except when it isn’t) check out this video:

(via jtotheizzoe)