Zuhair Murad Bridal Spring 2021
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Zuhair Murad Bridal Spring 2021
6 years later
I finally apologized to J for what I did. It had been on my mind for so, so long - there were all these things I wanted to say to him but I never got the chance to. I was scared of what he’d say. I was scared of what I’d done.
Closure.
That’s all I ever want in life.
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My anxiety is silent. You wouldn’t even notice a change on the outside but I’m honestly so stressed I can’t even manage simple tasks. People call me lazy when in reality I’m just overwhelmed.
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25 was a really important year to me.
my parents were 25 when they moved from taiwan to the us. my dad had just finished his military service so my parents got married and quickly emigrated. with the american dream in their hearts, they managed to settle down in la, denver, and eventually the bay. as i am turning 26, they are preparing to move back to taiwan again.
being an only child meant that i always got 100% of their attention, and i was truly ungrateful of it when i was growing up. my mom signed me up for almost every single summer class imaginable because she wanted me to be well-rounded and entertained (which i was, thanks to watercolor, pottery, science camp, ballet, ice skating, etc.), while my dad played tennis with me every day after he came home from work. they were always there for me.
i know i’m lucky. my parents are my best friends. but that also means i will be away from them for the first time in my life. i regret taking all of our time together for granted sometimes, or fighting to move out when i should have appreciated those moments more. this will be the last birthday i definitely get to spend with them in california.
so, for my 26th birthday, i want to keep reminding myself to never be complacent and to always strive for something better. my parents taught me that.
thanks for all the happy memories.
love, squeak
Mount Fuji, Japan
I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.
— Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited
Maybe I’ll start using tumblr religiously again because it seems to have quieted down here. I was thinking about making another Twitter account (what is the equivalent of a finsta there? A fitter? Fwitter?) but that’s too much work.
I think I'll start it over Where no one knows my name
Only time will tell...
Missing
There is something amiss although I can go about my daily activities as usual, maybe I’m thinking too much, because that’s all I ever do and it never gets me anywhere except those multiple left turns that somehow always leave me wondering if I’ve been here before, I can’t figure out why it is that your absence has left me so crippled and incomplete, like an essay without proper punctuation that nobody understands, but at the same time, it does not want to be understood, the words go on and on until my tired eyes start to close involuntarily, my pen quivers and the usually perfected letters morph into each other, into a mess of all the things I am thinking but cannot put onto paper, there must be a word or phrase for that, right? It would be nice if I could get back to normal, I’m hoping that this is just another anxiety attack, leaving me restless in bed at night, grinding my teeth and thrashing like the monster inside that I’ve locked down, away from the world. My brain doesn’t work the way it should, sometimes I question my sanity to some extent, to the point where I scare myself, maybe there’s something wrong with me, something missing, and I start to think too much again because that’s all I ever do and it never gets me anywhere, but oh wait, I’ve already been here, haven’t I? Why is it that your house is empty in the daytime, you don’t live here anymore, I don’t see you around, yet I still feel your presence every breathing second of twenty-five hours a day, eight days a week, as if you were right here next to me and again, I might be crazy, but I swear to you, I hate the distance and what it does to me.
I wrote this about 7 years ago but it’s still one of my favorites
They may not have loved you, but they did change you. They taught you. They grew you.
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Life in a fishbowl
I still remember it clearly: I was in kindergarten at the annual school carnival, where I won a goldfish. This was the first pet I had ever had, and for some unknown reason, I named her (him? it?) Tina. We put Tina in a medium-sized fishbowl in our kitchen, where there was an adequate amount of sunlight and happiness for my new friend.
Well, long story short, Tina lived a long and fruitful life. Or so I had thought.
When I was in fifth grade, she died. We found her outside of her bowl one morning, lifeless and still slightly moist. She must have jumped out in the middle of the night when nobody had been around to notice.
I was only ten years old so I couldn’t understand the full meaning behind this sad event; I only perceived it to be the course of nature because I knew that we all live and die. It wasn’t until last week that a moment of clarity brought me to truly feel sorry for Tina.
EY was a whirlwind of meaningless Excel sheets, countless tax returns, terrible management, and absolutely zero satisfaction. No matter how much I worked in a day, it still felt like I had done nothing. It hurt to realize that my first pet had probably felt the same way for five years: Swimming aimlessly day in and day out, only to stay in the same exact place. Suddenly, the reason behind her death became apparent and a lot darker.
Today, I jumped out of my own fishbowl and died. Metaphorically. I jumped out of the corporate hellhole and I’m never going back.
I don’t blame you, Tina. I hope you’re happier now like me.