Muse My Mind

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. -John Green- ~Send me a message~

[brazilwonders]

Paraty - Rio de Janeiro (by Guilherme Topper)

[f-l-e-c-h-a-s]

[yidae]

12981 Children’s Day 2013 by sakura_chihaya+ on Flickr.

[icanread]

[musemymind-blog]

“Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[okiya]

Asakusa (by AdrienG.)

[japan-overload]

ASAKUSA #2 by Woodenship

[heartisbreaking]

untitled by J.Ōta on Flickr.

[luneri]

Rainy streets by Sandro Bisaro on Flickr.

[daitao]

by Raymond Viloria

[musemymind-blog]

What is in the water?!

[jpnys]

Good Morning Everyone #8 by flymola on Flickr.

[felixjapan-deactivated20180529]

東京 Tokyo, Japan. Taken by me. instagram

[drxgonfly]

night view of Aoyama - 青山 (by turntable00000)

[emily-boyer-photography]

[musemymind-blog]

“I’m jealous of trees,” she mumbled as she sat next to me with her eyes to the grey sky. Her expression was pensive, as it always was when she uttered each word that popped into her mind. “Why is that?” I asked, following her gaze above. I hadn’t the faintest clue where she was going with this. “They never give up, and I always give up. They are patient and I am impatient.” “Alisu, they are trees,” I turn my gaze to her eyes, luminescent and intelligent. They had always reminded me oddly of the moon. I quickly looked away as she started to speak again. “They always keep reaching for the sky, and never falter to stretch a little further. When they get cut down they get themselves back up and grow. I admire trees.” “So when you die you want to be a tree then?” Alisu laughed, “I could never be a tree. I would be a bird. I’m impatient. I don’t want to reach for the sky - I want to touch the sky.” “And shit all over the tree? How very kind of you.” I spoke as I turn my face to Alisu again. She smiled, “Yup, I guess so. I’m just a horrible person aren’t I? Using everyone around me to try get myself higher.” I brushed my hair out of my face and gave a chuckle, “Ooh such a murderous evil pigeon you are.”

[musemymind-blog]

Once you travel it is hard to imagine ever sitting still again. I don't think I could ever sit still again.

[king-atlas]

My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.

E. Y. Harburg (via borgian)

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[marcokd]