Becoming Infinite 无穷

A wanderlusting-warrior's attempt at interpersonal and cultural exploration.

[ariannethepoet]

I love Kim Greenwell!!

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[wolftramp]

Vintage Blog

[ariannethepoet]

Me when I write 2 get right with Allah

[quinnjohnsonphotography]

[unhvrt]

nature / vintage

[ariannethepoet]

I need mountains. They are Seoul good for the soul

[sunshinekarliekloss]

[ariannethepoet]

This was me in China

[architecture-cf]

architecture - design

[ariannethepoet]

Neato

[the-fashion-fantasy]

fashion / hipster / grunge

[ariannethepoet]

💟💟

[ariannethepoet]

Reuniones

Alexandre: pues has estado muy loca como cuando probaste ácido y casi se te saltó del 18 piso en Bs As.

Yo:no, hijo de puta recién he tenido muchos reuniones del trabajo... Pero grxs por las memorias jajajajajaas

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[wolftramp]

Vintage Blog

[ariannethepoet]

Eeeeeerrrrieeee

[itskarlah]

[ariannethepoet]

Word byrd me II...

[angeliccitydream]

[palpamemes]

ESPN: “The Body Issue” Amanda Bingson, Paige Selenski, Natalie Coughlin, Leticia Bufoni, Ali Krieger, Aly Raisman,

[b-rizzle4shizzle]

Can we just recognized that they all have different body types but are all extremely athletic.

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And none of these photos are hyper sexualized 👏🏻

[man-duhh]

Oh my GOD

[fullmetalbitchchemist-deactivat]

Thank god people can actually take pics of women without sexualizing them! Wow

[ariannethepoet]

Goddess. Strong. Orig. beautiful

[ariannethepoet]

Why I hate Sunday

I always end it feeling alone and nervous that I won't be able to make it through the week again. #exhausted and #evenlovelychicksfeelLOSTsometimes

[ariannethepoet]

Why phones suck

Alarm clocks and a thousand questions are not a happy Sunday. That is all. Kbye

[ariannethepoet]

Runaway railbitch

I'm on the train, Again sickly subtle, I paint my nails earl grey for winters deadly approach. Why, you may ask, is the only Movement my lips make to purse Angrily at passerby? Well, this is how I founded and defended my solitude. Winter cracked smiles mean I'm always on the run, So I sit, patiently clutching my smashed Pack of cigarettes, Wishing desperately that I could trade recycled air for reconciliation. My phone has long died, So the only song I hear again and again Are the hushed snores of Sleepy lovers. I will not walk to the service car To ask for a coffee, Because the only thing worse Than being tired and unable to sleep, Would be being awake and unable to run away. I make up for the word mistake in Deleted messages And half hearted negotiations over Overdraft fees. Sorry I'm not your heart, I think about the last sour lover shower date. Three flakes appear on my window. All the same, Anonymity is as much a myth as Mystery or uniqueness. When the fragile peace maintained Between my chest bones gives way, I exhale just loud enough To offend the fat grandmother two rows back. He says what happened Wasn't meant to happen, But more than destiny I believe in honesty. So I whisper- fuck you I came too, just as hardcore. As I exit I light the cigarette with a Karmic sense of pride, And ash it to the left. I'm not your train wreck bitch, Just your next best wet dream. In the district I see windows like Mirrors and my eight legs are dancing live. I'm a livewire and I'm not gonna lie I wish you'd have lied, When you said I was dead on impact.

[postitforward]

The Ad Council and Tumblr’s @postitforward are proud to work with Tumblr Creatrs @cindysuen and @saskiakeultjes who have created these beautiful pieces of art inspired by the new “I Am A Witness” campaign.

[ariannethepoet]

Soy muy intenso de vez en cuando

[thetattedstoner]

May your 1st apartment be your sanctuary

● no rodents or bugs

● no noisy neighbors

● no burglaries

● no mold in the air ducts or leaky faucets

[yourhighestfeeling-blog]

Thank you for your prayers.