"Most creative individuals find out early what their best rhythms are for sleeping, eating, and working, and abide by them even when it is tempting to do otherwise. They wear clothes that are comfortable, they interact only with people they find congenial, they do only things they think are important. Of course, such idiosyncrasies are not endearing to those they have to deal with, and it is not surprising that creative people are generally considered strange and difficult to get along with. But personalizing patterns of actions helps to free the mind from the expectations that make demands on attention and allows intense concentration on matters that count."
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Excerpt from the book Creativity by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (via phellitosway)
Saves us time and concern over what others are thinking of us, which isn’t too relevant anyway. ~ CV
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Kiss. No veo mas na’. xD
Son, kiss, bra, lip, rib. Huh.
sand, couple, eye, song, kiss. Hmmm. I think it’s trying to tell me that I need someone to take me on vacation.
silk, perfection, kiss, rue, songs
I don’t know what any of those things mean.
Seriously? I couldn’t see a single word. And I stared at it for like two minutes.
THERE IS NOTHING IMPORTANT IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.
I’m watching a Fringe marathon and eating pizza and I have caffeine-free coke. My bases are covered.
Perfection, couple, songs, kiss and origin. Oh yeah, sand popped in there as well. All that stuff on a beach. Yeah.
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“When the great library of Alexandria burned, the story goes, one book was saved. But it was not a valuable book; and so a poor man, who could read a little, bought it for a few coppers.The book wasn’t very interesting, but between its pages there was something very interesting indeed. It was a…
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
My words almost exactly…had I said them.
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