Esoteric Inderpretation

nothing here but us tropes

[kosmicapotheosis-blog]

Craigmin Bridge MidWinter Morning

[anteside]

I’m living in a body that fights to survive with a mind that tries to die.

(via verbautezukunft)

Tries to die.

Not in my experience, you either do it or walk away , it's not like I need to, but you chose not to for the reasons you only know.

I'm ready to die when you are

[kosmicapotheosis-blog]

Low Winter Sun on Ury

[kosmicapotheosis-blog]

Bitter Light Breaks the Day

[juansendizon]

I gave her the kind of love that I read in books. I wrote her letters. Took her to parks. Kept photographs of her. Went to late night drives with her under the stars. Fantasy was all I could really give her.

Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 143 (via juansendizon)

Familiarity is a bitch that never liked your shit anyway

[kosmicapotheosis-blog]

The Incredible work of Freydoon Rassouli

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Magic at the break of dawn Follow me: www.instagram.com/erubes1

[lsleofskye]

The perfect place...Patagonia, Argentina | maxrivephotography

[lilmamabeyellin]

if you wanna be in my life, don’t fuck with my peace.

[kosmicapotheosis-blog]

Sometimes we don't mean to.

I won't pretend to know anything beyond what my lame human perspective gives me, but in that I find my reason for needing to maintain a bond with those I've had the privilege of knowing with considerable intimacy.

"Your silence in the face of my most patient grace is a burden of efforts immersed in disdain and the bittersweet memory i have now in place, laid my alpha male ego to waste"

[kosmicapotheosis-blog]

[te5seract]

Gibsons Towers II & Gibsons Towers III by Arthur Hoffmann

[kosmicapotheosis-blog]

Winter Sun Fades to Dusk in Sandend

[juansendizon]

Every poem that I’ve created was yours. I thought they were mine, but they were yours. And I wish I could’ve kept them. And I wish I could’ve kept you.

Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 207 (via juansendizon)

[coiour-my-world]

de colores by MD_MC on Flickr.

Pink sunset

[juansendizon]

Maybe you’re in your mid-20s, and you’re going through some tough mental health issues, and you’re feeling left out in life. Maybe you sometimes ask yourself if it’s too late for you to heal. To turn everything in your life around. Some people who are younger than you have it all together. Sticking with your depression seems to make a lot of sense. You’ve learned so late about stuff. Maybe it’s your passion for writing poetry or painting or making music. You’ve learned that you’ve wasted years doing useless things. You’re now living a life filled with regrets, and I’m here to tell you that you’re not alone in feeling this way and that you are never too late to heal. Everyone has made mistakes. Everyone has wasted years. Everyone has their own regrets. And you and I are late bloomers in passion and in healing. We don’t need to compare our progress to anyone other than ourselves. We are what overcomes us at the present moment. We are not prisoners of our pasts, but we are pioneers of our futures. So please, let’s not stop writing poems, painting, and making music because this is what we love doing because we’re artists. Each and every single one of us is a revolution in the flesh conquering the tyranny of regret and despair. Each and every single one of us are heroes that make the world a better place through healing ourselves through our art. Yes, we are going through our quarter-life crisis, but that’s not going to stop us from creating and healing while there’s still air in our lungs and blood pumping through our hearts. We are never too late to heal because we’re just getting started and we’re going to leave this place filled with hope and self-love.

Juansen Dizon, You Are Never Too Late To Heal (via juansendizon)

[lsleofskye]

HD photo | Nathan Anderson

[te5seract]

Fission and Fusion & reach by landESCAPEvisuals | jeff lewis