Modern Gentle-Lady

My name is Megan. Grilled cheese, coffee mugs, and books are the way to my heart. I made an about me because I guess that's what the cool kids are doing.

Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.

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Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)

I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder.

(via notational)

(via quicksilver-girl)

I may be basically good, human, loving, but I am also more than that, imaginatively dual, complex, an illusionist. I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People who do not believe me naive or innocent, but who challenge my keenest wisdom, who have the courage to treat me like a woman in spite of the fact that they are aware of my vulnerability.

varsna:

Empire Of The Sun - Walking On A Dream

We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me

(via jenniferperdomo)

Daughter

—Landfill

And this is dangerous
cause’ I want you so much
But I hate your guts


Such a good show AHHHhHHH.

(Source: jessinicolle)

I’ve been trying to practice the art of peacefulness—of knowing myself and finding simple comforts. I never thought it would become easy, but it was such a simple concept to settle into. I’ve allowed myself to feel the sun on my shoulders and the of grass beneath my feet—but really feel it, in a sort of cheesy Walt Whitman way. 

Above all, I accept.