Hannu Hyrske (b.1949) - Deaf. Aquatint etching.

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Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost
trying on a metaphor

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Hannu Hyrske (b.1949) - Deaf. Aquatint etching.
While the concept of oneness is alluring, true oneness does not exist without embodiment to multiplicity or without a radical embrace of the chaos, contradiction, and darker revelations of the spectrum of love.
-Matthew Licata
So today I had made the realization I was engaging in a negative life pattern. Realizing that my mind was in a spiral after being alone with my own thoughts. Looking back and picking apart conversations, and interactions with my loved ones trying to rationalize the self generated thought that everyone around me would rather have me not there. More recently I’ve grown to accept that these thoughts arent true, But when it gets overwhelming and I become emotional about them I have an escape, a person to talk to. The rabbit is always a good listening ear. But today was my first emotional state in silence in a while and I had managed to snap myself out it on my own. Remembering the breath, and drawing my attention to my body rather than the whirlwind of madness going on in my brain. Remembering to let my heart do the leading, not the head. Remembering that any growth, both big and small, is growth. I didnt tear myself down, or allow myself to tear down others as an outlet. steps.
Come and walk with us, how long it has been.
I’d like to take a moment to personally thank Snapchat for allowing me to passively remain in the lives of people I vaguely give a shit about. Seriously nobody gives a fuck. ❤❤❤
Its hard for me to trust you when I’ve always had a hard time trusting myself
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Whisper in my ear all of the things that I’ve come to fear about you,
please tell me that they aren’t true; rather, don’t tell me at all
just sit back and watch me fall.
The wondrous thing is that people are dying all around us and we do not realize that it can happen to us.
Joan Halifax Roshi (via purplebuddhaproject)
August Strindberg (1849-1912)
“PACKIS I STRANDEN”. On verso signed August Strindberg and dated 1892. Oil on zinc 25 x 34 cm.
Fuck y’all
I do what I want
Erin Loree