This is something we need to talk about even though it hurts…

underwhelmingconfidence:

This post has been very carefully worded and it’s likely still going to offend people, and for that I am truly sorry, but this is a point that I strongly feel needs to be addressed as we continue to open up and discuss suicide, depression and the effects these things have on people.

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THIS is the best juice ever.

THIS is the best juice ever.

Our Poetry Club is growing! Today we started constructing a group poem out of overheard fragments of conversation. We’re going to perform it at an event at the end of the week.

Fearless

by Pink Floyd

paintasyoulike:

The world into which we are born is brutal and cruel, and at the same time of divine beauty. Which element we think outweighs the other, whether meaninglessness or meaning, is a matter of temperament. If meaninglessness were absolutely preponderant, the meaningfulness of life would vanish to an increasing degree with each step in our development. But that is, or seems to me, not the case. Probably, as in all metaphysical questions, both are true: life is, or has, meaning and meaninglessness. I cherish the anxious hope that meaning will be preponderate and win the battle.

— Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

Gustav Klimt, The Three Ages of Woman (1905)

Gustav Klimt, The Three Ages of Woman (1905)

Colouring with Alyssa

stuffedeskimo:

It is vain to affirm that which the heart does not confirm. In contrast, a work of art bears within itself its own confirmation: concepts which are manufactured out of whole cloth or overstrained will not stand up to being tested in images, will somehow fall apart and turn out to be sickly and pallid and convincing to no one. Works steeped in truth and presenting it to us vividly alive will take hold of us, will attract us to themselves with great power—and no one, ever, even in a later age, will presume to negate them. And so perhaps that old trinity of Truth and Good and Beauty is not just the formal outworn formula it used to seem to us during our heady, materialistic youth. If the crests of these three trees join together, as the investigators and explorers used to affirm, and if the too obvious, too straight branches of Truth and Good are crushed or amputated and cannot reach the light—yet perhaps the whimsical, unpredictable, unexpected branches of Beauty will make their way through and soar up to that very place and in this way perform the work of all three.

And in that case it was not a slip of the tongue for Dostoyevsky to say that “Beauty will save the world,” but a prophecy. After all, he was given the gift of seeing much, he was extraordinarily illumined.

And consequently perhaps art, literature, can in actual fact help the world of today.

Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn

Someone challenged me to recite a mihimihi, which is a Māori way of introducing yourself and saying where you’re from. From top down is: my mountain, my river, my confederation, my tribe, my sub-tribe, my ancestor, my chief, my meeting-house, and my name in Māori.

Someone challenged me to recite a mihimihi, which is a Māori way of introducing yourself and saying where you’re from. From top down is: my mountain, my river, my confederation, my tribe, my sub-tribe, my ancestor, my chief, my meeting-house, and my name in Māori.