Everything I see is an illusion

[love-personal]

[blackcoffee-and-cigarettes]

!!!

[blackcoffee-and-cigarettes]

It's like 3 people are active from the ones I follow? However, it's time to change a few things. I'm about to shut this account down. It reminds me of times which I'm through now. Struggles, which I fought. I'm not this depressed, self abusing person I was and I wish a clear cut. (It's not that zynistic that it Sounds :p) It's time for a new account, an account which contains only pictures taken by me. It became more than just an hobby or passion. And it's my way to show my view of the world. Which is, to be honest, something really interesting. I'm sad when I see the people on here, fighting their daily battles just because of an illusion. I guess it's like life in a smaller version. Also just an illusion. If you can see through this, a whole new world awaits you. I wish everyone of you, whether you're following me/reading this or not, the very best. Treat yourself better! Sometimes it helps to focus the view from your inner life back to the things which are around you. Grab yourself a blanket, cuddle inside it and sit down on the most comfortable place you can imagine right now. Just look, breathe, may you close your eyes to get access to things which aren't recognizable with your eyes and ears. The universe will continue to be. No matter what's happening in our life's. It goes on and on. Don't be afraid, nothing is constant. Your feelings, your situation, you. Everything that comes, goes away. Change is the only constant. Try to swim with it, try to let it be. Thank you for reading this, A person that cares

[shavti]

[d-e-a-d-ly]

[sremmami]

[infinity-imagined]

[elaurents-blog]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[nyxa]

[imagination-foundation]

[jordanvoth]

Kalaloch, WA

[i--unknown]

[decepticun]

Morning Air | by millionen

[sotick]

Road trip By Federico Sciuca 

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

[melisica]

[a-bstracto]

[yama-bato]

Pierre Jahan

Vagues - Bretagne 1935

http://pierrejahan.free.fr/