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Ocean Vuong, On Earth Weâre Briefly Gorgeous
Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth Weâre Briefly Gorgeous (via larmoyante)
I donât own a dog but in the summer I wake up at midday feeling a gnawing at my hand. It cramps up and I tuck it under my tummy, close my body around in a fetal semi-circle until I can convince myself the hurting comes from no other living being but myself. But on the good days, too, when I sit across the table with friends, and we are laughing and the lightness dribbles down our chin like champagne, and I am happy for a momentâI like to think that the happiness is my own mindâs making. All the gears turning at the right times, filling all the right places, and when my buddy makes a joke or says my name, the little woman in my ear beats the drum, collects the token, feeds it into my brain, and the prized laughter spills itself from me. Piecemeal puppetry, IKEA assembly nightmare, robot under construction. At some point, I am a whole being even on days where I feel like half-working parts.
not all bad, android (via ink-trails)
Wandering aimlessly does not equate to being lost. You can be hopelessly lost yet have not even left the front door. https://www.instagram.com/terrythethunder/p/Byilb5dBwt1/?igshid=4uuu23tn7p80
She wasnât happy, but then she wasnât unhappy. She wasnât anything. But I donât believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley in Search of America (via larmoyante)
Grandma's room. . . . . #olympusom1 (at San Francisco, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqYTPbuh71q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bwwc0jcq7q44
October is the most beautiful SF month
Almost got ran over a train for this / (at Emeryville, California)
A memory will wander restlessly if you can't go back to where it was when it flew into your brain.
Mariana MotokoÂ
Högbonden, 2015 by Magnus à ström Via Flickr: Contax G2 Tumblr: magastrom.tumblr.com/
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Ran Ma by Park So Jin for Grunge and Art Oct 2016
If I'm not paying attention, then I'll let all these thoughts fall through my mind like sand flowing through my fingers - pretty soon I won't know where I am or what I was doing - like waking up to find your Tesla's autopilot just turned off and now you're steering
Never taking a flight with 3 layovers ever again (at Qingdao, Shandong)
I can't go on. I will go on. (at Portland, Oregon)