Miles Courageous

At first, man was enslaved by the gods. But he broke their chains. Then he was enslaved by the kings. But he broke their chains. He was enslaved by his birth, by his kin, by his race. But he broke their chains. He declared to all his brothers that a man has rights which neither god nor king nor other men can take away from him, no matter what their number, for his is the right of man, and there is no right on earth above this right. And he stood on the threshold of freedom for which the blood of the centuries behind him had been spilled.

—Ayn Rand, Anthem

‘I love you too, my dear.’ he said at last. ’ Really though, I thought you’d have figure that out by now. Yet I suppose it’s to be expected. The clearest, most palpable things in life, the elephants and white rhinos if you will, standing around quite plainly in their watering holes, chewing on leaves and twigs, they often go unnoticed.’

—Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl (via theliteraturearchaeologist)

6th May 2013 | 146,978 notes

(Source: subcircular, via onlyonhereforapril)

Forgive me someone, for I have sinned
And I know not where I should begin
Some days it feels like you just can’t win
No matter what you do or say.

Things didn’t kill me but I don’t feel stronger
Life is short but it feels much longer
You’ve lost that drive, you’ve lost that hunger
To pull yourself through the day.

But if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me on back to shore!

‘Cos love is free and life is cheap
As long as I’ve got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can’t ask for anything more

Come on everybody sing it 1, 2, 3, 4

We’ve all got secrets that we hold inside
The worst little things that we try and defy
The worst one of all that you never can hide
Is that you’re never quite as strong as you sound

So I’m sorry baby, for the times I’ve hurt you
Sorry friends, for the times I desert you
Most days it feels like I don’t deserve you
No wonder that you’re all still around

But if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me on back to shore!

‘Cos love is free and life is cheap
As long as I’ve got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can’t ask for anything more

Come on everybody sing it 1, 2, 3, 4

Come on and join me in the water
Swim for hope
Sometimes it’s hard to remember
I couldn’t do this on my own

If ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me on back to shore!

‘Cos love is free and life is cheap
As long as I’ve got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can’t ask for anything more

I can’t ask for anything more

The path I chose isn’t straight and narrow
It wanders ‘round like a drunken fellow
Some days it’s hard for me to follow
But if you’ve got my back I’ll go on.
If you’ve got my back I’ll go on.

26th Apr 2013 | 1 note

My latest cross stitch for my friend Barbie! Based on characters from the ridiculously hilarious web comics at nedroid.com! For example:

http://nedroid.com/comics/2011-07-20-beartato-goodwithwords.png

7th Apr 2013 | 4 notes

Smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
and try to make sense of the things that you think.

Did you know that Dickens invented 13,000 characters? 13,000! That’s a character a day for the whole of his working life. What have I done today? Dropped the kids off at school, listened to the new National album, played a stupid game on my computer; That’s why I’m not Dickens, kids. Dicken’s wife would have done the school run. I’m all for feminism but it’s cost me my one shot at immortality.

Smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
and try to make sense of the things that you think.
Smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
and try to make sense of the things that you think.

In 1450 there were about 100 new books published. Last year there more than a million. A new book comes out every 30 seconds. It would take me 15 years just to read the titles of every book ever printed. And you’re going to watch TV tonight? Fair enough, I suppose.

Smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
and try to make sense of the things that you think.
Smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
and try to make sense of the things that you think.
and try to make sense of the things that you think.
try to make sense of the things that you think.

Our universe consists of between 30 to 50 billion trillion stars arranged in 80 to 140 billion galaxies. Our nearest neighboring star is called Proximus Centauri and it’s 4 light years away. We need some bread but it’s really hot outside and I can’t be bothered to walk around the corner.

Smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
and try to make sense of the things that you think.
Smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
and try to make sense of the things that you think.
and try to make sense of the things that you think.
try to make sense of the things that you think.
try to make sense of the things that you think.

5th Apr 2013 | 13 notes

30th Mar 2013 | 1 note

onlyonhereforapril asked: Lol Ben, I always have time for you, and plus I like responding to your letters. It makes me feel like I am a lot less alone here, like I have someone to talk to. Fuck. I cannot wait to start adventuring with you.

Haha I can’t wait either. We’ll take on the world in a big way. Keep an eye out for the latest letter!

16th Mar 2013 | 4 notes

My latest completed cross-stitch design. Custom made for my friend Heidi to encourage her to get up off her lazy ass and find success. The quote is taken from a talk given by Eric Thomas the Hip Hop Preacher. The video that introduced Heidi and I to ET and gave us this mantra and the power to run marathons can be seen HERE.

16th Mar 2013 | 3 notes

My first completed cross-stitch design. Custom made for my pal Remington in reference to his infamously, amazingly slow-paced cooking techniques. One time, after offering to make us burgers for dinner around 4 o’clock, he eventually created enough for each of us to eat around 11:30 PM. We had long since died of starvation, but it’s the thought that counts.