For what I write is only my veins speaking, my heart pounding. Foolish and sometimes wise, I live on my words and my tunes, the air I breathe. My soul will be bared, but only as I know it, and I will write, sing and say much, but nothing more.

P.S. Half of the stuff on this blog is mine, created by me. But for the things I reblog/quote, I take no credit.

 

boring saturday morning so this happened.

skeletales:

Captured by the architectural photographer Iwan Baan, “The Observatory House” was designed by Gabriel Orozco and built by architect Tatiana Bilbao in Roca Blanca, Mexico. Gabriel’s inspiration came from the Jantar Mantar Astronomical Observatory.

Via Design You Trust

Trust me, when people say that they write books like eating cake, go ahead and kick them in the balls. You don’t just write a book as if you are strolling through a garden. You stare at a bright screen, at a blank page, or sometimes at a dirty napkin, until something inside of you says, “yes, here comes the flood”. This natural disaster takes you over and you’re tossed in the waves—sometimes you can’t sleep, sometimes you can’t eat. All you know is that at the end of this terribly good storm, you might have something worth reading. That’s how I write my books.

E. Chizuyi (via underthedarkmoon)