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Not today Justin
titsay
occasionally subtle
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
i don't do bad sauce passes
blake kathryn
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Three Goblin Art
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DEAR READER
Andulka
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.
if i look back, i am lost
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KIROKAZE
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@nightthawkk
the room in my heart that was reserved for you previously is no longer yours—you have to maintain it, otherwise you get evicted. and you didn’t, so I’m sorry, but you don’t live there anymore. you gave up your residency when you checked out (remember?); it doesn’t stay in your name just because you ask nicely. you can’t come and go as you please. my heart is a home, not a hotel suite.
— alhwrites
“دنیا نیرزد به آنکه پریشان کنی دلی The whole world isn’t worth hurting a heart.”
— سعدی
Breathe in, And out. 2017 has been such a transitional time. Las Vegas, university, 1/4 of the year in Iceland, loosing faith, test anxiety, depersonalization, breakdowns, buildups, bees, mischeivious children in adult bodies, ascended masters, hiking, camping, hotsprings, hot rivers, managing 3 festivals, meeting souls who have changes me, excited me, And made me more passionate for life. Poets, engineers, pilots, priests, carpenters, teachers, journalists, photographers, doctors, horticulturists, dreamers. Everything beyond labels. There has been so many things going on, But this is probably my fondest memory when I look back. At this time, I was a camp leader in the Secret Solstice festival. The Einarsnes house was full of volunteers. I moved into the lawn in the back, set up my tent and created my nest. My manager laughed at me, But I would be in there, quietly ready while the rain hits, listening to the birds. I loved all the crazy thing I did, and saw; But this is my favourite. Full of bliss. Be kind. Tell your loved ones how much they mean to you. Apperciate exsistance. Spread light. Be the light. Thank you all for your presence in my life. (at ReykjavĂk, Iceland)
You walk in and delicately touch, it ignites and disappears into the night. Smiling, remembering what it was. The brief flame of another, the slow setting of embers, Cold winter air breezes through. December 15/17 Picture October 1/17
June 13, 2014
I’ve been realizing for a bit now that I am an incredibly fluid person. Whoever I admire, I swallow. I like this, but I don’t know if anyone actually understands it. When I am completely detached I forget who I am. I forget why I enjoyed the things I enjoyed, or if “I” truly even enjoyed them at all. I will never be a solid person. Stone. I am soft and impatient. I am open but judging. I love and then I hate a lot when I forget a lot about myself. Is this okay? To never be someone but to be many someones all of the time? I’ve been so many people already. I am kind until I am tired or bored or irritated with the lack of change in my life. And then I become overwhelmed by the idea people have of me and so then I become the opposite and I make people angry or confused and it begins to shatter their idea of me, which I guess is what I want but I don’t want confrontation. I want acceptance.Â
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One of yall self-care/beauty tip people help the moon out. The hoe need some moisturizer STAT
It’s like it all gets tangled up in my pockets… Today’s a pretty overwhelming day… be braveÂ
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You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I always wish for you to find me
3 am thoughts (via suspend)
you have my heart in your hands please don’t make me sad
having feelings for somebody is not a good enough excuse to let them treat you in a way that you don’t deserve. even if they’re confused, even if they’re a good person, even if they feel the same way, even if there is a history between you two. you can want to be with them and still step back. you can want to be with them and still not play their game. what they do is not a reflection of you.
you you you you it’s always you
