[redlipstickresurrected]

Jim des Rivières aka James des Rivières (Canadian, 1953-2019, based Ottawa, Canada) - Winged Tapestries, Hong Kong Moths At Large, Photography

[freespirittraveller]

“I’m a type of person who loves to be alone. Especially when traveling. It gives me time and specific space from this populous place. A resting point. A haven. Away from everything. It makes me feel invisible to the naked eyes. And with music, I feel the whole world shut down in front of me. As if I’m living in a different horizon. It gives me an ultimate freedom from this world. I want to explore new things and visit unfamiliar places all by myself. I want to try and experience different culture and meet different kind of people. I want to take risks, learn new languages and talk to strangers. I love being in strange places that I’ve never been before, the feeling of anxiety excites me. It makes me feel happy and alive at some point. It gives chills on my spine and it satisfies my hunger from excitement and exploration. I love the smell of mountains and deep sea in the morning. I love the way my clothes smell the day after the campfire. I love the sound of peace and quiet. Traveling alone creates a lot of opportunity for me. A room for improvement and personal growth. A day to replenish my soul. It teaches me how to become independent and confident. It gives an infinite space of possibility, where I meet myself. And little do you know, we all have this kind of person living inside of us.”

— baekebyan (via thesocietyofpoets)

[tkkatherineblog]

[lsleofskye]

Take me back to this beautiful place | wildlicht

[arikajean]

[lsleofskye]

[wyntswonderland]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[amargedom]

“Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.”

— Maya Angelou

[allthingseurope]

Heildelberg, Germany (by Serkan Alay)

[purplebuddhaproject]

“You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life. But you didn’t love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[allthingseurope]

Walchensee, Germany (by Adrian Vesa)

[bergamot-ink-deactivated2017031]

[passivites]

[purplebuddhaproject]

“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”

— Carson Mccullers (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[fierysuggestion]

just because it still makes you cry doesn’t mean you aren’t moving on

[pinkmisspiggy]

being touchstarved makes u absolutely buckwild when someone does smth simple like .share a chair with u

[pinkmisspiggy]

like having someone touch your hand with the tips of their fingers shouldn’t feel like So Much it shouldn’t feel like your whole body is going into anaphylactic shock but here we are. here we are.

[pinkmisspiggy]

ok 2 many of u relate

[kaijuhearmenow]

Someone gave me a compliment and reached out and squeezed my hand and I fell in love and couldn’t speak for several minutes

[felesrubrum]

I was just gonna type this in the tags but I have to say this.

Growing up in North America is surreal.  Every tiny little blip of physical affection is deemed as sexual interest. Boys aren’t allowed to hug eachother because “that’s gay.” Girls can’t hold hands because “are they going out?” And GOD FORBID a female friend hugs a male friend.

Having lived in the Netherlands, and reading up about shit like this, Canadians and Americans are starving. 

I went to Japan for a school trip in 2012. I went to a highschool there. There were boys hugging, lounging on those blue gym floor mats, holding hands, trowing their arms around eachother. I was startled by how shocked I was.

This mentality of “if you’re touching you must have sexual interest in the other person” is so fucking disgusting. Hug your friends. Hold hands with them. Touch their hands when you want to reassure them.