Red Star Cafe

The Red Star Cafe is our virtual coffee house, serving up java and magic theatre to the illusory Glasgow Art Club – a gaggle of weekend beatniks, exiled to Canuckistan, who show up with goatees, sandals and bongos, clutching their dog-eared copies of Howl.
Created using Moku Hanga. New Brunswick beach.

Created using Moku Hanga. New Brunswick beach.

Created using Moku Hanga for iPad. My shiba inu, Karinoe.

Created using Moku Hanga for iPad. My shiba inu, Karinoe.

Madness will push you anywhere it wants. It never tells you where you’re going, or why. It tells you it doesn’t matter. It persuades you. It dangles something sparkly before you, shimmering like that water patch on the road up ahead. You will drive until you find it, the treasure, the thing you most desire.
You will never find it. Madness may mock you so long you will die of the search. Or it will tire of you, turn its back, oblivious as you go flying. The car is beside you, smoking, belly-up, still spinning its wheels.

—Marya Hornbacher, Madness-A Bipolar Life. (via nomistakesintomorrow)

(via nomistakesintomorrow-deactivate)

slaughterhouse90210:

“She was vengeance incarnate. She was a piece of something eternal and elemental. She would have made a brilliant banana-republic dictator or medieval religious despot.”
—Kate Christensen, The Astral

slaughterhouse90210:

“She was vengeance incarnate. She was a piece of something eternal and elemental. She would have made a brilliant banana-republic dictator or medieval religious despot.”

—Kate Christensen, The Astral