vicariouslylivingthrough
MIND BODY SOL
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 months ago
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Hanoi, Vietnam 🇻🇳📷
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 months ago
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Bangkok at night
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 months ago
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Do you like contrast with a little rain?
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 1 year ago
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 1 year ago
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when albert camus said “the sea; i didnt lose myself in it. i found myself in it” and when sylvia plath said “if i lived by the sea i would never be really sad” and when hozier said “love, when the sea rises to meet us” and when an anonymous writer said “and yet my heart wanders away, my soul roams with the sea” and when homer said “I’d rather die at sea”
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 1 year ago
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I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I'm thinking this could've been a bowl meal but nobody gets it
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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SOL: À Bientôt Europe!
Et voilà – approximately twenty two weeks after I left Canada I am awaiting a plane to bring me home. I am at a loss for words to express the depth of my appreciation for this experience. I am tempted to say that these months have flown by but each month and sometimes each week presented its own challenges. From start to finish, this was a personal struggle; my goal was more “deep rehab of the…
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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SOL: Renaissance
I didn’t fall in love with you. A choice was made, perhaps years ago Unbeknownst to me, to endure Lesson after lesson dealt out by worthless hands until I was left Empty, holding onto the promise that Time will heal all. I retreated like a wounded animal to the Darkest corners of my mind, Drunk on consumption, living to extremes like A savage. I consoled myself with the vague belief that the…
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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Every artist who sees this post should do the following:
- Watch the video.
- Follow the instructions
- Reblog
I can’t stress you enough about how important these exercises are for your drawing hand. You don’t wanna get CTS of Tendonitis and similar stuff that will prevent you from making art or even hold  a pencil.
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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Her (2013)
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
— Kurt Vonnegut (via wordsnquotes)
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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Pan and Bacchante, 1834, by James Pradier.
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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MIND: Growth
He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him. The Velveteen Rabbit // Margery Williams
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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SOL: Flighty
mi mariposa she took forever to change and then flew away 3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 239.”
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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MIND: Preoccupied
We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any…
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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SOL: Hindsight
in the house she made a home (you will only love her once she is gone) 3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 238.”
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vicariouslylivingthrough · 2 years ago
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The Heavenly Tenants by Ilonka Karasz (1896-1981)
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