Jules of Nature
RMH
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sade Olutola
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
oozey mess
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Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap
todays bird
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Show & Tell
if i look back, i am lost
Noah Kahan
Origami Around
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
I'm thinking about coming to an end with this blog. Though I love having a place to vent, I think it's also an easy place for me to find a mindset to self-destruct. I can't keep feeding into this self-negativity, because I'm afraid of what I'm capable of doing to myself. And there's too many things that I still want to do, so I can't continue to do what I've been doing. I can't hide anymore, and I think it's about time that I stopped lying to myself.
I smoked a bowl and drank two glasses of wine and I am fucked up enough to be happy with how I look. So pretty fucked up. But still. Big day for all of us.
Diana Sudyka
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via bookmania)
Bubble tea is too fat, let’s drink some hello kit-tea :p My Tumblr: Município
Right now it feels like asking for you to talk to me is like asking for the moon.
Je n'ai que des sentiments violents et incertains dont je ne suis pas le maitre. Je ne me trouve plus digne de vous, vous ne me paraissez plus digne de moi. Je vous adore, je vous hais, je vous offense, je vous demande pardon; je vous admire, j'ai honte de vous admirer. Enfin il n'y a plus en moi ni de calme ni de raison.
Madame de La Fayette, La Princesse de Clèves
Lui Ferreyra
Paths of November, 2013
I’m a bit obsessed with paths and Oslo is foggy these days. Here are some mobile photography I currently post on Instagram.
Right now it seems like all the magic and inspiration for life are gone. I don't feel emotions, not really. Today Kyle told me that he has been thinking about breaking up with me for some time, that it weighs heavily on him, like I'm a burden. "Know that there's nothing wrong with you, Jennifer, should this come to an end. Don't take it personally." I am a burden. The worst part is that the only thoughts that went through my head were "quelle surprise." I eat oatmeal for breakfast, with peanut butter, and pretend like I don't need lunch, don't need dinner. I have become this disease again. For dinner, I ate a packet of mustard. I am scatterbrained, bruise easily, and am on 40 mg of Prozac each day. I have no hope for the world I live in, so I do nothing to change things I don't like. I hate communicating. I hate talking. I hate having needs. I hate being touched. I don't need to purge anymore because I don't eat. I don't need to "self-sooth" anymore because I numb myself instead. It's so much easier, the voice in my head says, just don't eat. I go to bed with a stomach ache every night. I am sick. And yet, I will do nothing about it. Because I don't want to give this up, even if I'm being given up by someone else. I want to live in a world where it's always Autumn and crisp outside like all the apples that I wish I could eat. I am excessive. This is where I am in my life right now. I can't even write a coherent fucking post.
She’s letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you’re in big trouble.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
'Well, so I'm going to die.' Sooner than other people will, obviously. But everybody knows life isn't worth living. Deep down I knew perfectly well that it doesn't much matter whether you die at thirty or at seventy, since in either case other men and women will naturally go on living- and for thousands of years. In fact, nothing could be clearer. Whether it was now or twenty years from now, I would still be the one dying.
Albert Camus, The Stranger
I am lonely. I’ve been like that since I was young. But I think I am a person that needs to be lonely.
Choi Seunghyun (via moonglint)
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Haruki Murakami
Fucking Samurai Champloo man. Such a good show.
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
