Life is but a dream

Hi, I'm Veronica. I live in Brooklyn, New York. People-watching is my favorite thing to do. Despite everything, I still think life is beautiful.

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[lifeasawaterelement]

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but ‘steal’ some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959 (via mesogeios)

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Buoyant

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Ways you can help

[sixteenbars]

the legendary DMX and his orchid growing hobby.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Healing is difficult because it requires solitude and some haven’t conquered the battle of being comfortable alone.”

— Meggan roxanne

[closure]

(via pinterest)

[lckilaufeyson]

if you can take hours doing art, writing, reading, making gifs on this app. you can take a minute to read this and then educate yourself.

[crustywhitedogenthusiast]

Image Description: A black chart with white text, with the following text:

Becoming Anti-Racist by Dr. Andrew M. Ibrahim

Fear Zone:

I deny racism is a problem.

I avoid hard questions.

I strive to be comfortable. 

I talk to others who look and think like me. 

Learning Zone:

I recognize racism is a present and current problem

I seek out questions that make me uncomfortable.

I understand my own privilege in ignoring racism.

I educate myself about race and structural racism. 

I am vulnerable about my own biases and knowledge gap. 

I listen to others who think and look differently than me.

Growth Zone:

I identify how I may unknowingly benefit from racism.

I promote and advocate for policies and leaders that are Anti-Racist. 

I sit with my discomfort.

I speak out when I see racism in action.

I educate my peers how racism harms our professions.

I don’t let my mistakes deter me from being better.

I yield positions of power to those otherwise marginalized.

I surround myself with others who think and look differently than me. 

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[thesociologicalcinema]

“Black Lives Matter” and “Justice for missing and murdered Indigneous women” Photo credit: Does anyone know who took this image?

[tea-and-thorazine]

Ambigüedad

Vur-awn-ick-ugh.

The sounds felt clunky on my tongue 

but still I said them.

After all, 

that’s how my mother said it

to the new teacher 

on the way to 

my new classroom 

in my new school 

in my new neighborhood 

in this new world.

At home, 

it sounded different.

Inflections aligned with their roots.

Ved-oh-knee-ka.

Latin. 

Victorious.

But my name was just the start.

I realize now,

how many little things I changed about myself.

How many inflections I smoothed over 

so my presence 

rolled a little easier on their tongues.

How I spent an hour 

with an iron to my head.

Quieting down the curls

Loud and boisterous, like my upbringing.

How I chose studs 

Instead of hoops 

Because I didn’t want to look

“too Spanish”

Spanish. 

A lazy and inaccurate term I threw on.

Like a badge on a Girl Scout. 

Like it wasn’t my entire being.

Like thousands of years of ancestral blood weren’t coursing through my veins in that very moment

I’m ashamed now that I accepted compliments 

at the expense of you 

my brothers and sisters, 

blessed with a little more love from the sun than I.

I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for you. 

Didn’t fight 

when they said I didn’t look like you.

That I didn’t tell them that we were one and the same.

I let my ethnic ambiguity carry me through existence.

Laid on my back and let it carry me like waves in the ocean.

I thought I could float along like the others,

and so I let the water wash over me,

water me down.

But some time ago now, 

I reached the shore. 

Crashed upon it actually.

And immediately, I heard you 

wailing in the distance.

I realized I had been floating for so long, 

the roar of the ocean had deafened your cries.

But when I finally heard them, 

I promised myself, 

I’d never stop listening again.

There is no ebb and flow

sweet enough 

to keep me from standing with you.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“A huge amount of freedom comes when you take nothing personally.”

— Don Miguel Ruiz

[allthingseurope]

Fornalutx, Mallorca, Spain (by id123)

[minuty]

Don’t be unnecessarily burdened by the past. Go on closing the chapters that you have read; there is no need to go back again and again.

(via naturaekos)