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If sat is the past tense of sit, then fat is the past tense of fit
Its weird how you can feel that your thoughts are physically located in your head.
Devon Aoki for Hugo Boss S/S 2017 | Ph: Harley Weir
Devon Aoki in Sin City
aesthetic: devon aoki as dominique in d.e.b.s. (2004) .
Devon Aoki ph. Harley Weir
Edgar Degas Little Dancer Aged Fourteen 1880–1, cast c.1922
I can’t explain this feeling but my mind feels like it’s on overload, but don’t get me wrong I mean this in a very good way. My mind is mining gold, it feels so heavy but I feel and know it’s full of goodness. Ideas are springing everywhere but they’re not losing their bounce they are with their intended use. Overflowing my mind with positivity, and light. My mind is full of light, like a sunset on a winter night bringing orange tinges to the horizon about to tuck itself away for the night, like blanket bringing it closer to your chin feeling like a kid trying to lock away from a cold and block any light.
Sleep tight, I say. I’ve been tossing and turning and all I feel is this exhilarating colour running through my mind and I’m not even chemically high. I feel high on life, but it’s a high I’ve never felt before. My feet feel like purple and my eyes feel orange and my hands and finger tips feel like every colour you could ever imagine as I even type this. Each letter feels so colourful, as I press each letter on my keyboard I feel as though each one is zooming into a new dimension. My bed feels so soft... a soft similar to the feeling when you get into that perfect bed, clean bedsheet oh so fluffy and plump that are just the right amount of cool to keep your nice body heat warm but cool to keep you a perfect toasty. You know what I mean by the word toasty, I mean it in a way that is the perfect amount of warm similar to cosy.
Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.
Heath L. Buckmaster (via quotemadness)
Do not promise eternal love, if your eternity is only until tomorrow.
Fresno. (via alterated)