Without others, we have no chance at all to develop beyond ego...The point is to appreciate that
Chögyam Trungpa
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Without others, we have no chance at all to develop beyond ego...The point is to appreciate that
Chögyam Trungpa
"That person you’re missing today is making a conscious decision each day to not have you in their life and that’s all the closure you need."
It really is that simple. If it were meant to be, it would have been. And it was, and now it's over. No amount of lamenting about the past will change anything. So silly of me to try to find new endings to old stories every time, when I'm the only one left in the writing room. There will always be something left to say, but I can't give more mental and emotional bandwidth to that. It's time for me to acknowledge that I only have one direction: to move it forward.
Two weeks later, like clockwork, surely the feelings have hit intensely. I say that as if every day I constantly am not in a state of grief, forcing myself to find pockets of joy and embracing the impermanence of everything. I know neuroscience research shows that I'm essentially going through withdrawals, but I can't help but wonder, what if I miss you the rest of my life?
Sure, we have bastardized the fact that grief is just evidence of love with nowhere to go. That doesn't change the fact that I see you and everything. I want you to be with me everywhere that I go. On the bright side, I carry little pieces of you with me in all that I do.
Surely this isn't the ending we deserve, but I guess that's how life goes. I know you may think that I'm a loser, but all I think of you as is my best friend that I let down.
But what if I miss you the rest of my life?
I still think of you a lot, and it's only been 15 days, so I guess that's customary. But rather than harping on all the things that I could say to you, I realized I could just make a playlist of all the things that I'd want to say that come to mind right now. And should you ever find this, I guess you'll take a listen.
Page 1 of 2026.
Currently listening to the audible honey that is Samara Joy, sitting in Hudson's apartment in downtown Brooklyn. Today is an exciting day, but doesn't necessarily feel like a new beginning. But I do feel a shift; 2026 feels like a second act to 2025. So many unfinished stories carry over after an intermission of solitude.
Today will be the first day that I test my new systems. I'd love to start my day with mobility training and sometimes the sauna, but I'm taking it glacially slow as I recover from my surgery in Turkey. If I start any traditions today that become our daily rituals, it'll help me make sure I have a 365-day streak. As annoying as it is, I know it pays dividends in my life to meditate for at least 5 minutes a day, and I owe it to my mental health. Other than 5 minutes of daily meditation and keeping up this daily journaling practice, I do not have any bona fide rituals that I consider to be non-negotiable.
This will be the year that I lean into becoming even more of myself; it feels a lot like 2020.
Ana Mendieta, Silueta (1973-1980)
stills from my debut short Baptized by Fire
Photography Kwabena Sekyi Appiah-nti / styling Delphine Danhier
Steven Meisel, Italian Vogue, 1998
Dougla, Dance Theatre of Harlem
Ana Margarita Flores, selection from Donde Florecen Estas Flores (Where the Flowers Bloom), 2024
‘amor fati’ written & directed by salome gomis-trezise
FKA twigs - Predictable Girl (Nov 10, 2025)
Michel Kameni, The Watch, 1972
Eritrean People's Liberation Front guerilla with her Ak-47, 1978.