Constantly Expanding

Taurus, Observer, Listener. Questioning everything around me always. Welcome to my blog, enjoy~ ☆◇☆

[foxyou-too]

unknown

[mountain-spirits-deactivated202]

ethereal dreamscapes by maya beano

[artofjoohei]

🍁Lady Autumn🍁

[lazyyogi]

Triggers are meant to be disarmed, not accommodated.

Requisites: patience, persistence, forgiveness.

You must be patient because disarming a trigger is not as simple as flipping a switch. You must be persistent because change is a pursued transformation--over and over you must choose a New Way. And you must be forgiving because you will often feel like you're back to square one and have made no progress.

Triggers make us hostile towards other people because a trigger creates the illusion that they have control over us. If we can be triggered, we can be controlled. And who do we hate more than those who control our suffering?

Be dedicated to your freedom and never stop working on your triggers. With the same energy that we pursue happiness, so too should we pursue this freedom.

[inactivedcyog-blog]

[ultimatepad]

The Spiral House, USA,

ANTIREALITY

[lazyyogi]

You’re allowed to confuse people; everyone doesn’t need to understand you.

Savor your indescribability.

[haitianvixen]

do white people still think they invented rock & roll??

[poorvagina-blog]

white people think they invented everything but crime

[tanou123]

☺

[ryssa-aquicoine]

Enjoys scritches then cries when he drops his stick!

HOW CAN YOU NOT

[fred-erick-frankenstein]

A d o r a b l e

[buglii-muligans]

Anyone who actively hates magpies has a free invitation to my house so I can slap them in the face and tell them why they’re wrong.

[everythingstarstuff]

Bang Sangho

[darkartfinds]

Coven by slutfocate

[transparent-flowers]

Semi-transparent Northern Jungle Queen Stichophthalma camadeva. (x).

[ninasatie]

me sufocar morrer para dentro de mim antes tudo tão cinza e incerto agora cores me contrastam para fora e eu temia, que nunca acontecesse e eu temia, sentir-me enclausurada para todo o eterno embora ele não exista embora eu seja vaga e passageira embora eu esteja indo embora a cada sopro que me esvai embora eu me sinta eterna

embora eu desejasse que fosse eterno embora eu desejasse deixar tudo não poderia me ver sem nada embora saindo agora de dentro de mim sinto-me reclusa e com medo sinto-me sufocada em meio ao adeus sinto memórias vagando sinto risadas ecoando no consciente sinto dor ecoando por dentro e sinto, sinto muito

e por mais que sinta o vazio preencho-me com tudo ao redor preencho-me com as risadas ecoando no consciente preencho-me com a dor ecoando por dentro preencho-me com as cores que se esvaiem para fora preencho-me com o silêncio preencho-me com o adeus preencho-me com o agora preencho-me com o eterno preencho-me com as memórias

e afinal tudo está bem tudo está bem, no final.

This beautiful text is from a dear friend who wrote it inspired by my painting. So far it’s available for reading only in portuguese. She also has a lovely body of work as a photographer that you can see in her blog Constellation 23 ✫

[julieterbang]

casafilipe

[ullathynell]

Ulla Thynell illustration

[stevnnhall]

WAKE No.1 / 42x42  / Canada

mixed media with photography, acrylic paint, pastel and ink by Stev’nn Hall 

[lionfloss]

joemortell