The Journey


One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations, though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
but little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do-
determined to save
the only life you could save.

brightwalldarkroom:

"The song’s final line (“so just… give up”) feels like a particularly crushing blow, but giving up isn’t always a defeat. Giving up, giving in, giving over to the flow of events that life sends your way can be freeing. The joke is that it’s all a joke; life is painfully funny. And life goes on; things keep happening, some planned, others not so. You lose your parents, and you have a child that you love more than anything. You hurt people that you love, and maybe they forgive you. You work in a job that strains you more than anything because it helps people. You can feel the weight of every bad decision you’ve ever made, but you use the regret to make things better. Life isn’t going to stop raining frogs on us, so just… give up. Give in. Give over. And if the past isn’t through with us, then we need to use the present to do good."
 —Andrew Root, “A Film in a Minor Key: Paul Thomas Anderson’s Magnolia”, BW/DR Magazine, April 2014

brightwalldarkroom:

"The song’s final line (“so just… give up”) feels like a particularly crushing blow, but giving up isn’t always a defeat. Giving up, giving in, giving over to the flow of events that life sends your way can be freeing. The joke is that it’s all a joke; life is painfully funny. And life goes on; things keep happening, some planned, others not so. You lose your parents, and you have a child that you love more than anything. You hurt people that you love, and maybe they forgive you. You work in a job that strains you more than anything because it helps people. You can feel the weight of every bad decision you’ve ever made, but you use the regret to make things better. Life isn’t going to stop raining frogs on us, so just… give up. Give in. Give over. And if the past isn’t through with us, then we need to use the present to do good."


—Andrew Root, “A Film in a Minor Key: Paul Thomas Anderson’s Magnolia”, BW/DR Magazine, April 2014

Perhaps you can write better if you leave the mistakes.

Chile Street Dogs, Part 2.

“I care not for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.” 

Chile is a beautiful place. But like most of the rest of the world, it doesn’t do right by its animals.

Santiago is home to hundreds of thousands of street dogs that roam the city. According to Pro Animal Chile, a majority of the city’s strays were either abandoned or not regularly cared for by their owners, the Santiago Times reports.

You can’t walk down any major street without a stray heading your way and just sniffing you for a moment to say hello. In the two weeks I was there, they were all friendly (not to say that they didn’t seem dangerous, or weren’t, especially in groups). Regardless, this is something we did. If they are vicious, it’s because made them vicious. 

Some people make an argument that if you love your pets, you should be a vegetarian. Yet. Not everyone loves their pets. 

"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the ways its animals are treated." / “A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.” 

Here is the first batch of pics I got of a few of these beauties. 

Life tends to come and go 

That’s OK 

As long as you know 

realsurrealunreal:

'I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire… I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won… They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.'
The Sound and the Fury. William Faulkner.

realsurrealunreal:

'I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire… I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won… They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.'

The Sound and the Fury. William Faulkner.

Hi Tumblr i am in Chile and then Buenos Aires so cool things to follow as I have the ability to post!