Quiet People have the loudest minds.

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

I’m like you Dina. I’m weak too. I can’t get through this without somebody to touch. Without somebody to love. Is that because sex numbs the pain? Or is it because I’m some evil fuck monster? I don’t know. But I do know- I was somebody before I came in here. I was somebody with a life that I chose for myself. And now? Now it’s just about getting through the day without crying. And I’m scared. I’m still scared. I’m scared that I’m not myself in here, and I’m scared that I am. Other people aren’t the scariest part of prison, Dina. It’s coming face to face with who you really are.

-Piper Chapman

I think that when you have a connection with someone, it never really goes away, you know? You snap back to being important to each other because you still are.

—(via newyearseves)

It’s like you’re homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist

—Garden State (via expiry)

(Source: isolieren, via buttonvanss)

m-i-s-o:

Miso : New York Moon (for Vali) - pinpricks on paper, 1.1 x 1.53 m / 2012

FOR ‘Show White’ - Blackartprojects - artists working white on white. 
Opening night: Wednesday 19 September, 7-9 / Building 6, Palmer Parade, Cremorne,
Melbourne 3121 / until the 30th

Made as a loose dialogue and response to hang next to a work by Kathleen Knagle,
a really brilliant Australian Indigenous artist. Thinking a lot about the ethos of women
mapping and dreaming, navigating cities and places from memory. Dreams of walking
New York last week, thinking of Vali Myers and how it all used to be. Honored to be
hanging next to Kathleen tonight, and next to Vali on Friday night at Outre.
Next to two Australian female greats in one week, beyond humbled and awed - so something for them.