This is the book that I write

THINKING, FEELING, LOST IN MEMORY, DREAMINGLY SELF-AWARE, THE SUBMICROSCOPIC MOMENTS

singlepatriotsinyourarea said: oooooo chronological order seems interesting, thanks for the link

You’re welcome, holmes. I suspect that the Steeply/Marathe conversation is going to seem waaaaaay too long taken all at once. 

mrcloudphotography:

photo by Jim Raley | MY TUMBLR BLOG |When its Monday and you look up at what you have to do :O

mrcloudphotography:

photo by Jim Raley | MY TUMBLR BLOG |

When its Monday and you look up at what you have to do :O

(via semi-rad)

It’s on. Anyone wanna book club it with me? This’ll be read #3 for me and I’m gonna try reading it in chronological order. And my new girlfriend is doing it too. 
Headed up the slab pitch of White Punks on Dope at The Needles. 130 feet with 1 cam and 4 quickdraws. 

“and the room is dark
as everything has always been.”

—   Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers At Last (via introspectivepoet)
Using more than one drop. Because I like to live dangerously.

“The problem with introspection is that it has no end.”

—   

Philip K. Dick (via not-true-only-necessary)

This is why the Zen master says chasing “self-knowledge” is a useless effort - where is this “self”? You will just spiral deeper and deeper into a hole for no purpose.

(via circularfire)

(via circularfire)

“Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.”

—   Heath L Buckmaster  (via cardioconfidence)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via pennygolightly)

Life is too short to follow shitty tumblrs.

anotic:

Cannon Beach, Oregon  |  Joseph Burke

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And then battleshots happened.

“I wanted to be with Sullivan in some lunar western wilderness, listening to Mingus on the car radio, and Ornette Coleman with his paintbrush horn, and Sullivan’s arms crossed on her chest in sarcophagus fashion, her invisibly taped features; going flat-out across the northern plains, climbing, Bartók in the Rockies, cowboy songs and the nasal grassy drawl of banjos, and there is Oregon, the seal-sick distant sea.”

—   Don DeLillo, Americana (via conelradstation)
Solo hike out to The Needles lookout

Bouldering at Lizard’s Mouth, Santa Barbara, CA