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@happilestangi
Self - listen up!!
I think I cracked the code
A lesson from an age old
Where I saw the same thing again twice
I figured out that it was up to me,
in that moment
And it’s not as important for me to be
Doing things perfect
As it is for me to just be who I am
Which isn’t always pretty
or easy
And I could always just leave
As there’s always better people,
And Better situations waiting for me
I don’t need to prove anything
I just need to be free in every way
Including being transparent
In the ways I choose to
Not in the ways that they wish I was
Like being naked in front of them
Or the camera
Like a teacher that’s expected to strip
For their students
And What kind of hypocrisy are they trying to set me up for?
Frame me as them, which is exactly how they live
They teach someone something important
And then expect sex or something personal in exchange for it
Something as personal as my attention
In order to truly love someone else,
You first have to get over yourself,
Since love itself is a selfless act.
If you fear love, or loving someone
Fully
Genuinely
And taking risks or making sacrifices for them
Then…
There’s not a selfless bone in your body
And therefore your existence will remain limited and
Stagnant
By your own choosing
And you’ll have problems upon problems
That you won’t be able to understand
Or quantify enough to solve them.
Life requires love,
it requires deep connection
For innate survival, adaptability
And cooperation with your fellow living things.
There is a poison
That is a belief,
And speaks along the lines of dog eat dog…
This mentality will infest you
And you’ll lose touch with reality
Sinning on purpose,
Doing and being ill-will
Justifying hurting people with this poison
That has taken over your identity
Your core functions
And replaced you with darkness
When the soul shines because of the darkness
Inside it,
But now you’ll have become apart of it
The background to the true stars
And yes, Hell is eternal for a reason
When you let the darkness inside you
There’s only a slight chance you can make it back
And that would be through
Other people…
Can you make it?
Would you ever decide to let your ego go, take a leap of faith, and try creating connections that last?
Would you make love a priority, and not yourself,
or desires that breed only chaos?
Would you be able to compromise your lifestyle, and what you’re used to?
Would you ever, be humble?
James 1:2-4 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your
I feel stuck
In-between the me I see and know
And the me they think they saw, but isn’t
Truth is, they don’t accept alternatives
Or outliers
(Difference)
To the realities they’ve grown so comfortable in
The upside-down world we created and die too soon in
Grooming power and not kindness
They got used to certain judgements
That made them feel superior to me
But only for a moment,
so in order to make that feeling last longer
They shared their opinion of me with others
And it spread like a fire,
Engulfing any good emotions that could be for me, and perpetuated a false story
They’re LIARS, and not just to people
But the Holy spirit
They pretended to care for someone
Have faith in them, which would be love
And then drove a stake in their back when they weren’t looking
And I wonder why are they so common?
It’s like a plague that infects people in their need for true connection, but because they have any flaws
They only operate in fear
Did they expect to be f***ing perfect?
Then forgot how to be human
And now AI is their only way out
When they lost all logic and reason
Is it safe for me to say, I hope it doesn’t work out for them?
Sigh...
True
The Shape of Who We Became
I. @ashesinverses
The mirror holds a stranger,
but everyone else calls it me.
A reflection of gone days,
I don’t even remember.
So I move through familiar streets,
invisible in the skin they remember,
trying to find a hidden spot,
far away from the words
they use as ammunition.
They don’t know me anymore,
still they pretend they do,
clinging to the picture of the old me,
pale colors,
cracked canvas,
outdated,
shutting their eyes
whenever they see me.
They don’t want to see or hear,
like I just speak against a wall,
my voice fading,
my body empty,
while they call me names,
that aren’t even mine.
I am a story rewritten,
but everyone reads the old chapters
over and over again,
as if they could never tire of the old lines.
Every glance meets a face frozen in time,
an ice sculpture I can’t recognize,
unaware of who I’ve become.
Somewhere between who I was
and who I am,
I wait to be understood,
but even my old version
seemed to be incomprehensible.
Me,
trapped in a glass dome,
shielded from everyone.
II. @traveledlight
I see the way
you look at yourself—
like something misplaced,
like a name
that no longer fits.
They call you
by what you used to be,
hold you
to a version of you
that no longer breathes.
I know that feeling—
being split
between who I was
and who I am becoming,
judged
for what I left behind.
But I have danced
with my demons,
bled through tears—
I have become
something unrecognizable.
A version of myself
that should have been met
at the right time.
I don’t wear
the name of my past—
it no longer breathes.
And I won’t wait
for anyone
to catch up
to the shape
I’ve grown into.
So hear me—
you are not
the reflection
they hold onto.
You are
everything
that came after.
And maybe
they don’t recognize you—
because you survived
something
they never saw.
In debt to the mob, a Miami con man agrees to an unusual job—spend a day being hunted on a neo-Nazi's private island for $50,000 if he can s
Nothings worrying me
Cuz I’m free!