Eunoia

A girl often accused of having too many ideas in her head for the world to grasp.

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Another one from my artfully wrinkled collection. ✒

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They say I’m hopeless and darling, I am. Stop blindly caressing my body thinking I’m unbroken.  You watch me collapse into a thousand galaxies you can’t name. Then you say that you love a horse that can’t be tamed.  You see my soul spill out on your lips and on your neck. Then you whisper ever so sweetly, “My love, you are perfect”.  I am a whirlwind of anomaly on your planet. I hold emotions like an ocean trying to fit itself into a bucket.  So stop it darling. Stop wearing your heart on your sleeve—for the longer your love lingers, the more I lose myself under the covers.  -MVYasa2015

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There are times when I feel like the days are just racing through me and all emotions cease to erupt from me. There’s no concept of time or reality—just an eternal sea of longing with patches of love in varying degree.  -MVYasa2015

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I don’t ask myself what I’ve done wrong — I know every corner of my mistakes.  I don’t ask myself if I wasn’t enough — I know my worth isn’t something that’s dictated.  I don’t ask myself to change — I know it happens every single day, slowly and with certainty. -MVYasa2015

[culturenlifestyle]

Mystical Photos of Illuminated Forests in the UK by Ellie Davies

Ellie Davies enchants us with surreal portraits of forests that glow with mystical fairy lights and ominous waves of mist.  The London-based abstract photographer creates her captivating shots in natural areas throughout the UK. With the woods as her canvas, fireflies illuminate desolate clearings, and cascading flurries of glitter dust dramatically lit patches of trees.

Davies says she likes to explore images that juxtapose human and natural elements, calling attention to the sharp divide between personal identity and interconnectivity. She does this by positioning out-of-place manmade elements — such as paint, glitter or smoke — within the context of wild landscapes.

“Forests are potent symbols in folklore, fairy tale and myth, places of enchantment and magic as well as of danger and mystery.  In more recent history they have come to be associated with psychological states relating to the unconscious,” the artist says. “Against this backdrop, my work explores the ways in which identity is formed by the landscapes we live and grow up in.”

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In between the lingering stares,  the sultry thoughts,  the craving hearts—  we are all the same. We are all sinners who have truths to brew and passions to tame.  -mvyasa2015

[milkpeu]

The beginning and end.

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One, Two, Three My wishes got swept by the sea I cried but it won't set me free Four, Five, Six My dreams stood on stilts I climbed but it threw me bricks Seven, Eight, Nine My hopes got stuck in a line I pleaded but I lost the sign End Note Ten My heart dwelt on love back then Now it's just meat on a lion's den MVYasa2015

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I started from writing lengthy stories to short-lived experiences to erratic poems to now only a few lines that sometimes resembles a quote. And it's not because I had nothing more to say--I just learned that it takes lesser words to make people feel more. -mvy2015

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Every woman wants to be a man's kryptonite--the single being that makes him weak and the one being that gives him a piece of home. -mvy2015

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There’s always something pressed between our lips. Sometimes they’re stories, sometimes they’re lies. Sometimes they’re cigarettes, sometimes they’re bottles of wine. And sometimes, in the middle of our self-proclaimed misery, we find that what’s pressed between our lips are someone else’s and we go damn.  Damn. Damn. Damn.  They’re lips got us as close to heaven as we can get and now we’ve sent our hearts flying on a damned jet.  -mvy2015

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and have no choice but to embrace its darkness. And sometimes the night wakes in my soul and have no choice but to embrace my demons. -mvy2015

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My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via wordsnquotes)

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Visita Iglesia 2015: Churches in Laguna. Religiously following Lenten Practices in the Philippines. 🙏

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Write about my eyes, how dark they were and how they looked at you with so much adoration that your knees trembled. Write about my lips, how they looked so nude and how they’d kiss you with fury that time itself crumbled. Write about my scent, how it changes as the sun travels through the sky and how it proves that I’m always just a few inches away ready to catch your soul’s desire.  Write about me. I don’t care if it’s on paper, carved on stone or sculpted on your mind. I don’t care if the words only rang in your ears or in mine or can be heard by every other people in their shrines. I'm yours and I want you to dive into me and write about me.  -mvyasa2015

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If there was something I realized in this unbearable time of night, it’s that you are alone. People and words provide only temporary company but ultimately, you are by yourself. You ache alone and you break alone. Pain is very intimate, very personal. And all these things people say, may it be century old clichès or classic outright lies, you ought not to be listening to. You need only turn to yourself and heal from the inside. We all have the capacity to do so after all. -mvyasa2015