Careless Champions

Sustaining thoughts

“You will not find the warrior, the poet, the philosopher, or the Christian by staring into his eyes as if he were your mistress: better fight beside him, read with him, argue with him, pray with him.”

—   C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via kvtes)

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Asher Moss, Travel Good. (2014)

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“From it, from the palm of her hand against the palm of his, from their fingers locked together, and from her wrist across his wrist something came from her hand, her fingers and her wrist to his that was as fresh as the first light air that moving toward you over the sea barely wrinkles the glassy surface of a calm, as light as a feather moved across one’s lips , or a leaf falling when there is no breeze; so light that it could be felt with the touch of their fingers alone, but that was so strengthened, so intensified, and made so urgent, so aching and so strong by the hard pressure of their fingers and the close pressed palm and wrist, that it was as though a current moved up his arm and filled his whole body with an aching hollowness of wanting.”

—   Ernest Hemingway - For Whom the Bell Tolls (via visualamor)

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brotherstories:

Obsessing over this fella today. Solid images, my friend. 

brotherstories:

Obsessing over this fella today. Solid images, my friend. 

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Juxtaposition of Dreams

I want to be relied upon, just as the world relies upon the sun to rise.
I want to be unpredictable, like the gust of wind that sifts through your hair.

I want to be confident, just as the waves stand tall before hitting the sand.
I want to be humble, like the forgotten stars that shine every night, seen or unseen.

I want to be strong, for you, just as the lion who kills for truth.
I want to be forgiving, like soil that stands firm below my feet.

What I want, is to be yours, like the promise ring that never leaves your hand.
I want to be much more than my life allows me to be.

What I want, only seems to be fulfilled in my dreams.
wordsarefornerds:

Something’s Knocking at the Doora great white light dawns across thecontinentas we fawn over our failed traditions,often kill to preserve themor sometimes kill just to kill.it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle justout of reach,out of hand, out of mind.the leaders of the past were insufficient,the leaders of the present are unprepared.we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.it is a waiting without hope, more likea prayer for the unmerited grace.it all looks more and more like the same oldmovie.the actors are different but the plot’s the same:senseless.we should have known, watching our fathers.we should have known, watching our mothers.they did not know, they were not prepared toteach.we were too naive to ignore theircounseland now we have embraced theirignorance as ourown.we are them, multiplied.we are their unpaid debts.we are bankruptin money andin spirit.there are a few exceptions, of course,but these teeter on theedgeand willat any momenttumble down to join the restof us,the raving,t he battered, the blind and the sadlycorrupt.a great white light dawns across thecontinent,the flwoers open blindly in the stinking wind,as grotesque and ultimatelyunlivableour 21st centurystruggles to beborn.- Charles Bukowski

wordsarefornerds:

Something’s Knocking at the Door

a great white light dawns across the
continent
as we fawn over our failed traditions,
often kill to preserve them
or sometimes kill just to kill.
it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle just
out of reach,
out of hand, out of mind.

the leaders of the past were insufficient,
the leaders of the present are unprepared.
we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.
it is a waiting without hope, more like
a prayer for the unmerited grace.

it all looks more and more like the same old
movie.
the actors are different but the plot’s the same:
senseless.

we should have known, watching our fathers.
we should have known, watching our mothers.
they did not know, they were not prepared to
teach.
we were too naive to ignore their
counsel
and now we have embraced their
ignorance as our
own.
we are them, multiplied.
we are their unpaid debts.
we are bankrupt
in money and
in spirit.

there are a few exceptions, of course,
but these teeter on the
edge
and will
at any moment
tumble down to join the rest
of us,
the raving,t he battered, the blind and the sadly
corrupt.

a great white light dawns across the
continent,
the flwoers open blindly in the stinking wind,
as grotesque and ultimately
unlivable
our 21st century
struggles to be
born.

- Charles Bukowski

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foxmouth:

Brendon Burton, 2014Lauren Withrow

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shaynacolvin:

A film photo of my love in Portland, Oregon

shaynacolvin:

A film photo of my love in Portland, Oregon

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“Most humans are never fully present in the now, because unconsciously they believe that the next moment must be more important than this one. But then you miss your whole life, which is never not now.”

—   Eckhart Tolle  (via arabarabarab)

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Childish Gambino - 3005  (Stripped Down Live Version)

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Bon Iver - Flume

musicalmuse:

Flume- Bon Iver

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regressingforward:

Foster napping 

regressingforward:

Foster napping 

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