"No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better."
Erin Bow (via observando)
untrustyou:

Karen Colon
"Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there."
Henry Miller, Sexus (via colporteur)

(via lifeinpoetry)

pixography:

Salvador Dali ~ “Death Card”
lensblr-network:

“I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.”― Roland Barthes,  A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments 
by Heiko Mülfarth  (heterotopian.tumblr.com)
nevver:

Typeverything
artsytoad:

Jacek Yerka, Please Don’t Slam the Door
magictransistor:

Théophile Steinlen, Tournée du Chat Noir de Rodolphe Salis(Le Chat Noir), 1896.
plasmatics-life:

New York City | (GIF)
fuckyeahabandonedplaces:

Alcove. by Der_Krampus on Flickr.
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