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we are all trying here (2026), episode 1
do you know what being behind in life feels like? its as if everyone had long boarded the train that i didn't even know was leaving. by the time i arrived, it had already left without me. i waited for another one and when it came, it denied me. the trains kept coming, swallowing other passengers while i stood there, waiting. i waited and waited until i forgot what i was waiting for. my ticket is close to expiring or maybe it already has.
Petal Pushers
“In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.” — Kakuzō Okakura
Art by Laura Price
Found a timeworn totem, hidden away among the dust and forgotten things in the basement of my grandmother’s old mud house. A portkey that took me back to the ’70s. A slower time when I wasn’t around, yet somehow found myself reminiscing about.
The Punjab University, a quieter, unhurried, Chandigarh, modestly dressed students with silent romances that lived through demure glances, unspoken words, and handwritten notes.
Simple times. Simpler lives.
I know this is all romanticizing, but that’s why I chose this book, among all the others, to save. Because as much as it holds stories in its pages, it also holds the past in its frayed binding, brittle pages, and worn cover.
L. V., excerpts from the afterword
Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u
I’ve decided to make my negligible digital footprint.... less negligible
Hardships are necessary in life—not because you need them to grow. I mean, yes, you do need them to grow, but what if you don’t want to grow? Can you live without hardships then? Some will come regardless—like death, your own or that of someone you love. But what if it doesn’t scare you? What if you are just living? What happens when you haven’t faced difficulties for a long time? You invent them. You conceive miseries in your mind. Life has always been a cycle of delight and despair. After you’ve spent enough time in delight, you begin to anticipate despair. You know it always comes. If it doesn’t take the shape you imagined, you go on waiting for it—never realising it has already come. The fear of the fall is the fall itself. It’s an affliction like no other. It’s the proof that it was never outside—you carry it within you. It’s an element of design. You can’t escape it.
Effetto ottico impressionante 😲😉😁
hi, ash.💞 I really admire the way you know and carry yourself and your self esteem. I started therapy recently and my therapist told me that I have no self esteem so we're working on that. could you give me any advice or thoughts to be more like you, self image wise?
hello angel i’m so proud of you for starting therapy <3 when it comes to self image… honestly, the biggest shift in me happened when i stopped obsessing over how i looked to other people and started focusing on how i felt to myself. and for me, the root of that was knowledge. learning. like genuinely just being endlessly curious and feeding my brain. i know this sounds very virgo of me but i get this strange euphoria when i understand something deeply; science, philosophy, art, history, anything. and that high? that rush of “wait i’m actually brilliant” it starts to replace the need for external validation.
and eventually i just stopped caring what people think because i realized no one owes me anything and i don’t owe anyone anything either, except basic decency. i don’t perform for anyone. i’m just me. and when you study, when you grow, when your inner world gets richer, you just naturally stop depending on others to define you.
also. and i say this with love: developing a healthy superiority complex helped a lot. not in an arrogant way but in a i know what i bring to the table and i’m not afraid to eat alone kind of way. my self esteem doesn’t come from people liking me, it comes from liking myself. from knowing i’m principled. i’m sharp. i have range. i know what i believe in. and i know how to walk away from anything that threatens my peace.
here’s what i have learned:
curiosity is the gateway drug to confidence
solitude is sacred. learn to enjoy your own company.
don’t underestimate the power of small rituals. books, good music, walks, lighting a candle while you study, it all adds up.
dress like you respect yourself. speak like your words matter.
and read. read a lot. read things that are older than you, smarter than you. let them change you.
you don’t have to become me, or anyone else. you just have to start becoming more of you and i promise when ur inner world is strong, the outside will stop rattling you so much. you’ve already taken the hardest step. i’m rooting for you so hard it’s insane :-)
“I fall in love with ideas and fantasies rather than whole beings and then I sit here and wonder why I’m still alone. It’s because I don’t f*cking pay attention. I’m too busy thinking about tomorrow that today falls through the cracks.”
— Ryan O'Connell
my life is in shambles
windows in chinese suzhou gardens by 六毛钱的月亮