simply confused

Hello there! Not much to say about myself mostly because I don't know much about myself. So until the threads of my eccentric mind are untangled, just enjoy my blog. Or don't - up to you! Goal in life: TBD ~Peachy Calm Autumn

[onethuthree]

The road story Vietnam

[fotojournalismus]

Mumbai, 1995.

Photo by Raghu Rai

[bunlly]

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

Helena Bonham Carter (via lazypacific)

[portraitsofboston]

     “Have you heard of the 90-year-old man who got arrested for feeding homeless people in Fort Lauderdale? He, myself, and a few other people got arrested. Now we’re in a federal lawsuit, and they can’t enforce any anti-homeless laws until the end of it. That’s how you usually fight campaigns: There is a legal team fighting in court to stop the project or legislation, but since that takes so long, you also have people willing to get arrested at the same time. It’s kind of like a revolving door: you get arrested, you get put on probation, and you wait until you’re off probation. Then you go get arrested again.”      “Do you worry about the long-term consequences of these arrests?”      “I worry more about how I can live with myself. I was always taught as a child that if you see evil, you stand up to it and fight it. If I see evil going on, and I don’t do anything about it, what kind of person am I?”      “What do you consider to be the greatest evil?”      “Everything. All these issues intersect. I share food with homeless folks on Fridays. I write letters to prisoners. I do environmental stuff. The evil that says it’s OK to destroy a forest is the same that says it’s OK to rape a woman, test on animals, shoot a person of color. It’s the same mindset that produces it.”

     Vermont

[fotojournalismus]

[fotojournalismus]

A woman carrying her baby and wrapped with a shawl walks through a sandstorm in Timbuktu on July 29, 2013. (Joe Penney/Reuters)

[lazyyogi]

We insist on being Someone, with a capital S. We get security from defining ourselves as worthless or worthy, superior or inferior. We waste precious time exaggerating or romanticizing or belittling ourselves with a complacent surety that yes, that’s who we are. We mistake the openness of our being—the inherent wonder and surprise of each moment—for a solid, irrefutable self. Because of this misunderstanding, we suffer.

Pema Chodron (via creatingaquietmind)

[fotojournalismus]

[fotojournalismus]

Street children sleep under a bridge in Paranaque city, Metro Manila on July 18, 2013. (Romeo Ranoco/Reuters)

[caitlinjapa]

Self-sabotage is knowing exactly what you need to do to improve but not doing it. It’s procrastinating doing the very things that you know will make you happier. It’s waiting till things are 100% perfect till you do them, but that of course never happens. It’s remaining in the comfort zone because of the fear of failure or uneasiness of change. It’s a mindset that you may be completely unaware of until you really think about it. So think about it. Are you a prisoner of your own thoughts? If you are, take responsibility and acknowledge you put yourself into that prison. But know that you have the power to free yourself.

(via paperieandpen)

[galoria-blog]

[legallyblonde]

[cloudyruminations]

Home Economics: The Link Between Work-Life Balance and Income Equality

The central conflict of domestic life right now isn't men versus women or mothers versus fathers; it's the family against money.

[fyp-psychology]

I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

Theodore Isaac Rubin   (via exoticwild)

[asofterwayofbeing]

Perhaps the best way to justify pain is to acknowledge it. Let yourself know it exist. Realize that it’s not just within you but everywhere. Where there is life. Where there is someone to feel it. Accept that it’s not a stranger in this house. That you have to live with it like an unwanted roommate. Maybe you don’t have to justify anything after all because it’s not wrong. It’s not a mistake. It’s just pain; a death you will always survive and come back to.

irishjulienne, if you are hurting (via thatkindofwoman)

[larmoyante]

I want you to stop running from thing to thing to thing, and to sit down at the table, to offer the people you love something humble and nourishing, like soup and bread, like a story, like a hand holding another hand while you pray. We live in a world that values us for how fast we go, for how much we accomplish, for how much life we can pack into one day. But I’m coming to believe it’s in the in-between spaces that our lives change, and that the real beauty lies there.

~ Shauna Niequist, A New Approach to the Table (via conflictingheart)

[meredithbklyn]

This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find … themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. … they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated. Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal. Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? … Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?” Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe … life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.

Relevant magazine (via awelltraveledwoman)

[samflow]

The SCAR Project: Breast Cancer Is Not A Pink Ribbon

The SCAR Project is a series of large-scale portraits of young breast cancer survivors shot by fashion photographer David Jay. Primarily an awareness raising campaign, The SCAR Project puts a raw, unflinching face on early onset breast cancer while paying tribute to the courage and spirit of so many brave young women.

Dedicated to the more than 10,000 women under the age of 40 who will be diagnosed this year alone, The SCAR Project is an exercise in awareness, hope, reflection and healing.

Read more here

[justkeep-running]

THIS IS WHY I HATE THE CATCHY “SAVE THE TATAS” SAYING. A woman is not defined by whether she has breasts or not. We shouldn’t be worried about saving boobs. We should be worried about saving LIVES.

[chidealist-blog-blog]

You won’t allow me to go to school. I won’t become a doctor. Remember this: One day you will be sick.

Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl 

This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).

 Here’s the link

(via seulray)