Now comes good sailing.

ruinedchildhood:

this episode changed me forever

oceansate-erin-n:

None of this matters

yoncevevo:

fuckyeahblackcelebrities:

nicki watching iggy perform

*kill bill sirens*

yoncevevo:

fuckyeahblackcelebrities:

nicki watching iggy perform

*kill bill sirens*

I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.
Christopher Thomas Knight via “The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit” interviews by Michael Finkel  (via allthateverwasorwillbe)
kenyatta:


His name, he revealed, was Christopher Thomas Knight. Born on December 7, 1965. He said he had no address, no vehicle, did not file a tax return, and did not receive mail. He said he lived in the woods.
"For how long?" wondered Perkins-Vance.
Knight thought for a bit, then asked when the Chernobyl nuclear-plant disaster occurred. He had long ago lost the habit of marking time in months or years; this was just a news event he happened to remember. The nuclear meltdown took place in 1986, the same year, Knight said, he went to live in the woods. He was 20 years old at the time, not long out of high school. He was now 47, a middle-aged man.
Knight stated that over all those years he slept only in a tent. He never lit a fire, for fear that smoke would give his camp away. He moved strictly at night. He said he didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead. He’d not made one phone call or driven in a car or spent any money. He had never in his life sent an e-mail or even seen the Internet.

(via The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit)
h/t mememolly

kenyatta:

His name, he revealed, was Christopher Thomas Knight. Born on December 7, 1965. He said he had no address, no vehicle, did not file a tax return, and did not receive mail. He said he lived in the woods.

"For how long?" wondered Perkins-Vance.

Knight thought for a bit, then asked when the Chernobyl nuclear-plant disaster occurred. He had long ago lost the habit of marking time in months or years; this was just a news event he happened to remember. The nuclear meltdown took place in 1986, the same year, Knight said, he went to live in the woods. He was 20 years old at the time, not long out of high school. He was now 47, a middle-aged man.

Knight stated that over all those years he slept only in a tent. He never lit a fire, for fear that smoke would give his camp away. He moved strictly at night. He said he didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead. He’d not made one phone call or driven in a car or spent any money. He had never in his life sent an e-mail or even seen the Internet.

(via The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit)

h/t mememolly

Joyce Manor - Constant Headache
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sadfriends:

Constant Headache | Joyce Manor

And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep.
You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap.

dysfunctional-thinking:

~Dysfunctional Thinking~

dysfunctional-thinking:

~Dysfunctional Thinking~

theomeganerd:

Playing With The Moon
by orioto | Print also available

theomeganerd:

Playing With The Moon

by orioto | Print also available