Anything i read about someone doing something great took a risk… Everybody feels that paralysis, “fuck, what am i about to do?” but the people that get what they want go: “I’m going for it.”
There is no such thing as a right time. You’re weak because you’re weak, you’re unsuccessful because you’re unsuccessful, you’re not driven because you’re not driven…

chaptertwelve:

The last couple of weeks have been a real kick in the balls, and I am well off my axis. Must refocus and remember what matters to me.


The Talented Mr. Ripley


"Marge-Ripley can’t ski. We’ll have to teach him that too. Such low class, Marge. Does this guy know anything?"

The Talented Mr. Ripley

"Marge-Ripley can’t ski. We’ll have to teach him that too. Such low class, Marge. Does this guy know anything?"

Some selfies from last week.

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
John Muir 
exotichobbies:

Camp Wandawega

exotichobbies:

Camp Wandawega

brightwalldarkroom:

"There are a handful of shows I ask everyone I talk to about television if they have seen: The Wire, Mad Men, Friday Night Lights. But when I ask them if they’ve watched and loved Friday Night Lights, what I mean is are you my kind of person? Are you all heart? Are you bothered by this 21st-century lack of earnestness, our abundance of irony? Do you wonder how we forgive and coach ourselves to do better? How we can strive again for valor and loyalty and daring and redemption? 
I fear we are defaulting to needless negativity as some kind of social currency. But Friday Night Lights is the most earnest show I’ve ever watched. Not sentimental, however: these characters aren’t perfect. In fact, this show is incredibly astute at allowing humans to have stratums of complexity: to have character and occasionally act without it, and then to live in the mire of their own dumb choices. Do I adore Coach? Yes. Do I think, as Tammy says, he is a molder of men and a husband of fierce devotion? Absolutely. Do I also think he can also be a self-involved, sexist prick who values his career over his wife’s? No question.
Regardless of the scale of the battle, the stakes in Friday Night Lights are rarely phony or contrived. It’s about winning games, sure, but its scope far exceeds that. This is a show that tests and reflects commitment not just on the football field, but back in the locker room. And in Street’s rehab room, and Saracen’s grandmother’s living room, and Julie’s bedroom, and eventually out to Luke’s farm and Tim’s prison and Tammy’s dream in Philadelphia. This commitment is not about obligation, but something more sacred. Duty. The hidden gale that blusters and grows within us and makes us yearn to give someone else exactly what they need.”
—Erica Cantoni on Friday Night Lights (Bright Wall/Dark Room, Issue #14, July 2014)

yes. 

brightwalldarkroom:

"There are a handful of shows I ask everyone I talk to about television if they have seen: The Wire, Mad Men, Friday Night Lights. But when I ask them if they’ve watched and loved Friday Night Lights, what I mean is are you my kind of person? Are you all heart? Are you bothered by this 21st-century lack of earnestness, our abundance of irony? Do you wonder how we forgive and coach ourselves to do better? How we can strive again for valor and loyalty and daring and redemption? 

I fear we are defaulting to needless negativity as some kind of social currency. But Friday Night Lights is the most earnest show I’ve ever watched. Not sentimental, however: these characters aren’t perfect. In fact, this show is incredibly astute at allowing humans to have stratums of complexity: to have character and occasionally act without it, and then to live in the mire of their own dumb choices. Do I adore Coach? Yes. Do I think, as Tammy says, he is a molder of men and a husband of fierce devotion? Absolutely. Do I also think he can also be a self-involved, sexist prick who values his career over his wife’s? No question.

Regardless of the scale of the battle, the stakes in Friday Night Lights are rarely phony or contrived. It’s about winning games, sure, but its scope far exceeds that. This is a show that tests and reflects commitment not just on the football field, but back in the locker room. And in Street’s rehab room, and Saracen’s grandmother’s living room, and Julie’s bedroom, and eventually out to Luke’s farm and Tim’s prison and Tammy’s dream in Philadelphia. This commitment is not about obligation, but something more sacred. Duty. The hidden gale that blusters and grows within us and makes us yearn to give someone else exactly what they need.”

—Erica Cantoni on Friday Night Lights (Bright Wall/Dark Room, Issue #14, July 2014)

yes. 

Somewhere in Ohio. 

#afterlight

Somewhere in Ohio.

#afterlight

On religion in general

dearcoquette:

We know your view of the Abrahamic faiths, but I’m curious to know if it extends to the other religions of the world, such as religious Buddhism, Hinduism, Bahá’í, persisting indigenous faiths, the various branches of modern paganism, etc.?


I’m opposed to any organized belief system with fundamental tenets based on revealed knowledge from a supernatural entity, and I am radically opposed to any closely held belief that allows for a supernatural entity (deity or otherwise) to be used as the proximate cause or justification for human behavior.

That said, I am not opposed to maintaining certain religious traditions as an important part of cultural heritage, except (as is often the case) when those traditions are used as the proximate cause or justification for human suffering.

Hey this is me! Thanks Brandon!! Repost from @slow_death__ via @igrepost_app, Fun walk in! Thanks a ton mike! Heck…. #igerscolumbus #ohio #columbusohio #columbustattoos #asseenincolumbus #asseenincolumbus #614

Hey this is me! Thanks Brandon!! Repost from @slow_death__ via @igrepost_app, Fun walk in! Thanks a ton mike! Heck…. #igerscolumbus #ohio #columbusohio #columbustattoos #asseenincolumbus #asseenincolumbus #614

I feel like a fucking soldier at war and I’m just here writing letters to a woman I care deeply for and just like praying I can get back to her and maybe she’s got a shoe box of letters under the bed with one on the pillow and I’m making promises to come back home safe and to never leave and counting days like you’d count stars: there are so many, and where do you start?