(Source: 2headedsnake, via villain-inamorata)
The original Avengers promo image and Kevin Bolk’s wonderful, pointed parody.
I’d see this movie.
What world is this?
(Source: bootyoftheday)
Starbuck.
mandala mondays
Danny Macaskill - Industrial Revolutions
This kid is insaaaaane.
I like this song.
cost-benefit analysis; or carpe terram.
“I’m saying that trying to think of who you want to be instead [of] just being is not a solution.”
— Miss Cunningham
The above quote stems from a volley of texts discussing the restrictions of overthinking. Prior to writing this entry: I made sure to open the webpage in a new tab so it would have no back or forward history, and sat the white text box centered between equivalent spacing of blue background. While I have a good grasp on what I want to write, it certainly hasn’t seemed that way.
It’s like the inaction of overthinking¹ —a fear of the unknown manifested as a need to control the external world through extrapolations, deducing future consequences from a multitude of observations and feedback. Unfortunately, it is paired with an undying need to remain close to an ideal level of execution. Or maybe it’s all just writer’s block?
In any case, the habitual weighing of options and outcomes has kept me from experiencing a lot, such as the necessary decisions, risks and failures required to eventually succeed. Whether that means talking to someone or taking a leadership role or swing dancing, I have prevented it from happening. I felt it time for a change.
The proposed goal of Miss Cunningham: to dismantle the filter, and act the way I want. This led to many questions, such as the balance of maintaining harmony between self-fulfillment and altruism, and the process of finding my true personal desires. It seemed almost insurmountable. Worse, I couldn’t form a clear set of directions.
My interpretation of just being became what I now call ‘seizing the world’. Weird? I know. The concept behind it all is that I already own various aspects of the world—positions, relationships, et cetera. However, there’s a catch: I don’t know which things are in my possession. Basically, life is like a gigantic scavenger hunt.
Oddly enough, I think it does make me a bit less worrisome and somewhat more confident, and it’s about as optimistic a perspective I’ve yet made. I mean, it presupposes there is a treasure out there—all I need to do is find and procure that booty. We’ll see how it goes.
¹ Though, yeah, it’s probably just some weird OCD thing.