P I H A

P A T T P I H A : how much imperfections will I capture before I'm gone. : Invaded mind by aliens.

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photographed by Jelie Wagenaar (unpublished, 1998)

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“Everyone has their own insecurities, regardless of how you look or how people perceive you, but sometimes people give their insecurities too much power. Defining beauty is simply a matter of opinion. For me, real beauty has very little to do with the structure of someone’s face or body.”

Devon Aoki

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Well said.

[11jam11]

mug by Yulia Tsukerman

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Retro Glitch

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On Tumblr - sommers-prossen

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[pyrrhics]

The Wind Rises

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Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) dir. Peter Weir

[untrustyou]

Albarran Cabrera 

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My bed

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I’ll come back for you. I promise.

[thereal1990s]

The Little Princess (1995)

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[amandajas]

morning detail

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Mexico City : Day 5

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Joel Amey  at Brooklyn Bowl Las Vegas on April 21, 2016 in Las Vegas, Nevada.

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P for Procrastination

I’m oddly looking at the ceiling

and for quite some time now I have been wondering..

how many times I do this kind of procrastination.

It is not that I do not want to do something important,

I feel like I cannot do anything without feeling exhausted.

I prolong the agony when I do something

and I hinder myself to feel that way by staying still

and completely emptying my mind,

to feel just a brief of bliss.

But here I am

still

panicking

for the things

I should be

doing

because

I’m turning 23 this coming June.

I do not know

what the fuck

am I going to do.

So I can look back to

my previous age

with pride and joy

that I did something good

that I can outrun when I’m 23.

Fuck 23

Fuck Birthdays.

I’m goind to look at the ceiling ‘Til I imagine myself on the outer space, beyond the galaxies, still wondering, just a brief of an entire bliss that may or may not cover me like a protective gear to let me breathe, to allow me to be just BY MYSELF for now, learn to communicate and reach out when the time comes.