doodle, i wanna do bigger, badder, wigglier perspective in shit.

seen from Chile

seen from United Kingdom
seen from India

seen from Argentina

seen from Philippines

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia

seen from Greece
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Philippines
seen from Germany

seen from Germany

seen from Australia
seen from China

seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore
seen from Singapore
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
doodle, i wanna do bigger, badder, wigglier perspective in shit.
Reflecting thus, I walked on and on. Yes, even without the chamber music and the friend. How foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (trans. Basil Creighton)
Beautiful South by stefankamert Leica M2, Voigtländer Color Skopar 35mm 1:2.5, Ilford HP5 400 https://flic.kr/p/2nLSoBt
_jieun0303 🐈시크한 고양이님 #밥#기다리는#고양이 #오노추#고양이
Happy Birthday Asahi!!!🖤🐱🖤
ヒーくんお誕生日おめでとう‼ ︎🎂
funny...dead...friend
idk how to trigger warning for this but it sure as shit is a dead bitch compilation lol
I knew that all the hundred thousand pieces of life's game were in my pocket. A glimpse of its meaning had stirred my reason and I was determined to begin the game afresh. I would sample its tortures once more and shudder again at its senselessness. I would traverse not once more, but often, the hell of my inner being. One day I would be a better hand at the game.
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (trans. Basil Creighton)
You have often been sorely weary of your life. You were striving, were you not, for escape? You have a longing to forsake this world and its reality and to penetrate to a reality more native to you, to a world beyond time. You know, of course, where this other world lies hidden. It is the world of your own soul that you seek. Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (trans. Basil Creighton)