living life to its fullest

nina // notes to self

[moonlightchess]

anyone else ever feel like this life is just a tourism experience for your soul? like you spent the past few lives before this one as someone completely different, doing something wildly unlike your life now, and this lifetime was your ethos being like “let’s try something wild for a change.” right now, I live for cold rainy days and autumn skies and creepy shit and halloween and sweaters, but I’ve always suspected that in a past life I was a classic surfer stereotype. long blonde waves of sun-bleached, sea salt-fried hair, tanned skin, a surfboard under my arm. sleeping on the beach every night, making my living as a lifeguard, bright and athletic and popular and optimistic and everything I will never be in this life. I dream about water and beaches and surfing in particular a lot, and I’ve never understood why because I hate the beach and I’ve never been surfing in my life. weird shit, man.

[moonlightchess]

anyone else ever feel like this life is just a tourism experience for your soul? like you spent the past few lives before this one as someone completely different, doing something wildly unlike your life now, and this lifetime was your ethos being like “let’s try something wild for a change.” right now, I live for cold rainy days and autumn skies and creepy shit and halloween and sweaters, but I’ve always suspected that in a past life I was a classic surfer stereotype. long blonde waves of sun-bleached, sea salt-fried hair, tanned skin, a surfboard under my arm. sleeping on the beach every night, making my living as a lifeguard, bright and athletic and popular and optimistic and everything I will never be in this life. I dream about water and beaches and surfing in particular a lot, and I’ve never understood why because I hate the beach and I’ve never been surfing in my life. weird shit, man.

[tjeanal]

[moonlightchess]

anyone else ever feel like this life is just a tourism experience for your soul? like you spent the past few lives before this one as someone completely different, doing something wildly unlike your life now, and this lifetime was your ethos being like “let’s try something wild for a change.” right now, I live for cold rainy days and autumn skies and creepy shit and halloween and sweaters, but I’ve always suspected that in a past life I was a classic surfer stereotype. long blonde waves of sun-bleached, sea salt-fried hair, tanned skin, a surfboard under my arm. sleeping on the beach every night, making my living as a lifeguard, bright and athletic and popular and optimistic and everything I will never be in this life. I dream about water and beaches and surfing in particular a lot, and I’ve never understood why because I hate the beach and I’ve never been surfing in my life. weird shit, man.

[buddhabrot]

[deerivve]

he's in love with someone else, and that's okay. you're not what he needs, you're not who he needs, and that's absolutely okay. what's not okay is that by letting him go because his heart is craving for someone else, you are giving a part of you away, too. and i know you want him and her to work out because otherwise, you would've let him go for absolutely no reason at all, but you are trying to get him to do what you couldn't because you were too afraid, you are trying to get him to make the most out of the situation you're both stuck in.

bcs/2018

[deerivve]

it's not easy to hate something you love; it's not easy to commit to giving up. behind the smile, you face the world alone. and i thought the feelings had gone and i've been wallowing in hollow victories but i'd cast away my pride, take pleasure in defeat, if you'd just look at me the way you're looking at her. i never thought i'd say it, you're the one i thought i hated. what am i doing? why am i waiting? what am i waiting for?

bcs/2018

[amandinehuiboissy-deactivated20]

Berlin, Germany  October 2015

[deerivve]

every little part of me is holding on to every little piece of you, is holding on to every small circle you drew, is holding on to you. and every waking hour i spend holding on for reasons not to go to bed; i'm holding for someone else to hold instead if every hope of you is dead. 'cause every night since you cut and run i feel like the only one who's ever been the lonely one, trying to mend a heart that keeps breaking with every step that you're taking. 'cause you've been running circles around my mind, turning me inside out. i fell for you but we hit the ground cause the only love we've known has let us down and i need lifting up. now you're not here, i'm sleeping rough. and pray and i can't pray enough so waking up without you ain't so tough. i find it hard to find my feet when i keep on stumbling over you and me. but i keep on trying 'cause i know i need to outrun the memories. and every day i'm reminded of the way i let it come undone; i feel like a lonely one, the only one with time worth wasting but i guess i still can't stop chasing.

robbie

[deerivve]

i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin. it's closer than my hands have been, i'm jealous of the rain. i'm jealous of the wind that ripples through your clothes. it's closer than your shadow, oh i'm jealous of the wind.

5/365

[eli0tknight-deactivated20181203]

You know that feeling? You want to be different but still fit in? And you realise you are different, and that means not fitting in, so you cut your arms off, and sit with the armless, cut your legs off, sit with the walk-less, you chop off your tongue and sit with the quiet ones, you think this is wisdom, but it’s just people who’re too afraid of saying the wrong things, you wish you could play the piano- be a musician, but your fingers never work right; you wish you could be smart enough to be included in conversations smart people have, but you hear them talk and it sounds without sense to you, so you’d rather be kind, and kindness comes easily to me, but then I question that too, what if I’m being too kind? What kind of world makes people question if they’re too kind? What is too kind? It’s a sickness, never being the right amount of everything.

Eliot Knight (via eli0tknight)

[aspiritualwarrior]

We are completely unaware of our true nature because we identify ourselves with our body, our emotions and our thoughts, thus losing sight of our unchanging Centre, which is pure consciousness. When we return to our true nature, our thoughts and perceptions no longer appear as modifications of a single substance, they come into being and subside like waves of the ocean.

Jean Klein (via aspiritualwarrior)

[sunsoakedthoughts]

The birth of our generation was greeted with the toppling of towers, a nation of babies who had barely learned to walk when the airplanes collided and the tone of our time was set. We don’t remember a time before terror was featured on the evening news each night. We are the generation whose parents went to iraq, who saw the birth of the social internet and the first black president and the uncoiling of every precedent our forefathers had set. We grew up at the same pace as technology. Old computer labs in elementary school, smart phones in middle school, school-owned laptops and tablets in high school. There was a new revolution for each stage of development, perfectly tailored to match our wants and needs. Our parents didn’t have to ask “when are they old enough for an iphone”- they didn’t exist until we were. We are the generation who learned about the civil rights movement in history class and wondered why the police still killed people because of the color of their skin. We are the generation who learned about women’s suffrage and wondered why girls still couldn’t wear shorts to school or get hired at the same rate or walk down the street at night without being afraid. We learned those things aren’t just fine print in dusty history textbooks, they are the prologue to our stories and it’s our duty to see to a conclusion. In the short time we’ve been alive, we’ve seen mountains move. We’ve seen the best and worst of humanity, the most violent hatred and the most inspiring love. We’re still young. We’re still barely getting started. That can be scary or empowering- it’s up to us to decide.

on generation z (via sunsoakedthoughts)

[gittana]

good vibes

[condescending-cunts]

[ordinary-bi-girl-blog]

[annakaguirre]

 Not bad, MZT. ⚡️