THE MAD INSPIRATIONALIST


Hello there, I'm 18 and I love numismatics, photography, and rainy weather. My favourite colour is purple, but at other times is turquoise, or both. I am fascinated by love and outer-space and music, and there is nothing else I'd rather do on a lazy winter afternoon other than read and reread books...but then again, I'd do that any day. I love words and buttons and cats and listening to people, and I'm on a journey to confidence and wisdom and self-fulfillment. It would make me quite content if you'd take the time to follow me into the utmost deepest sectors of my mind, and maybe, just maybe, you'll see what we have in common...


trekkiee:

mcroosa:

Mommy teaching babby easier water drinking way because drinking water is hard experience u get it in your nose. Jesus how she puts her paw on his head in the second one. Such concern and love.

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN FROM CATS EVER

(Source: catleecious)

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
—Anaïs Nin
annimaarit:

Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

annimaarit:

Every Now and Then

“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”

—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

Nature is not a place to visit, it is home.
—Gary Snyder

(Source: yogachocolatelove)

sandandglass:

Early morning

flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

likeafieldmouse:

Rinko Kawauchi - Illuminance (published 2011)

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
03/12/2014: View of the Sheraton Austin Hotel in Austin, TX

03/12/2014: View of the Sheraton Austin Hotel in Austin, TX

(Source: themadinspirationalist)

mylittlerewolution:

Did you know that you can make houses out of plastic bottles? By filling them with sand, and molding them together with mud or cement, the walls created are actually bullet proof, fire proof, and will maintain an comfortable indoor temperature of 64 degrees in the summer time.

And it’s not like there is any shortage on used plastic bottles out there. Here are some statistics from treehugger.com:

“The United States uses 129.6 Million plastic bottles per day which is 47.3 Billion plastic bottles per year. About 80% of those plastic bottles end up in a landfill!”

To build a two bedroom, 1200 square foot home, it takes about 14,000 bottles.

The United States throws away enough plastic bottles to build 9257 of these 2 bedroom houses per day! That’s just over 3.35 million homes, the same number of homeless people in America.

Many people in third world countries have taken up building homes out of plastic bottles, from Africa to Asia. Perhaps the trend will catch on in America and all of those bottles will stop ending up in the landfills. Wouldn’t they be better off housing the homeless? Kinda like all those empty houses scattered all over the country?

(Source: spiritscienceandmetaphysics.com)

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.
—Gayle Forman, Just One Year
laclefdescoeurs:

Stanway Interior, 1881, Walter Launt Palmer

laclefdescoeurs:

Stanway Interior, 1881, Walter Launt Palmer

I don’t understand why when we destroy something created by man we call it vandalism, but when we destroy something created by nature we call it progress.
—Ed Begley. Actor, environmentalist

(Source: purplebuddhaproject)