There's a place where we belong

Ishi (1860-1916) was the alleged last of the Yahi people who lived most of his life in this wilderness, away from modern civilization. He lasted only 5 years after walking into the modern world, living the rest of his days inside of a California University and dying of TB.

Ishi (1860-1916) was the alleged last of the Yahi people who lived most of his life in this wilderness, away from modern civilization. He lasted only 5 years after walking into the modern world, living the rest of his days inside of a California University and dying of TB.

wilful ignorance is your luxury, you fuckers.

We live in a world where we choose the news and media we encounter based on our interests and whim, versus looking at news affecting the world around us objectively. Just because the news has bad news does’t excuse you from caring or acknowledging it’s existence. We are lucky enough to live in a developed society where the evils of the world aren’t necessarily are out front door step. All the more reason to actively seek out these painful or uncomfortable ideas and events to stimulate discussion, even if only with oneself. Hopefully, however, this will encourage discussion with others.

Rather than fill your mind with fluff and distractions read a fucking news paper. Go for a walk without your fucking cell phones. Go to the fucking library. 

When you are old, no one will care or remember how many fucking likes, reblogs, shares, retweets, comments, flags, you got on any of your fucking posts. 

The internet is a medium for greatness and connectivity. It is not for perpetuating willful ignorance.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

—Agatha Christie (via simonaficuciello)

addicted to the struggle

addicted to the struggle