i was dreaming i was in the woods last night, but i woke up to my studio in midtown and even though i woke up surrounded my things, art i love, all my beautiful plants, trinkets from my travels, books and records that changed my life, i was still disappointed and i would have traded it all for a small cabin in the woods, a wild haired girl, a good dog, an old jeep and a sharp axe in a fucking millisecond.
"We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are."
— Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena (via ikilledjackjohnson)
"Don’t you dare read or travel or catch that sunset and definitely don’t meet new people, don’t explore and don’t try new things or learn a second language. Stay in that town you were born in, marry the first girl that touches your little dick, get a job at a factory, buy a shitty house, have three dumb kids, get a dog and name it life, go to church every Sunday and then shut the hell up for the next sixty years and die."
— dirk ashly knoedler