Joy.Escapism.Magic

My world of magic, wonderment, & escapism. With a little bit of pixie dust.

The arts are not a way of making a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

from “A Man Without a Country” by Kurt Vonnegut (via diariosfrageis)

(Source: fragilediaries)

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