Pray that when things come, they don't come un-natural or forced, that it'll be organic, natural, instinctive, intuitive, unexpected, flowing, innate, reflective.

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Pray that when things come, they don't come un-natural or forced, that it'll be organic, natural, instinctive, intuitive, unexpected, flowing, innate, reflective.
I AM THAT FIRE TRACK YOU SKIP AND WHEN YOU FINALLY LISTENED TO IT, IT'LL OPEN YOUR BRAIN, IT CANCEL OUT EVERY OTHER SONG, IT BECOMES YOUR FAVOURITE, YOU LOVE IT TILL YOUR EARS BLEED, TILL YOU CAN'T STOP PROMOTING IT TO OTHER PEOPLE.
And she said "You are weirdly comforting, you know that?"
I replied "But I'm bad, and not so nice and good or even kind, I'm just a flawed character, I don't fit in."
She said "that is why, because me too."
"If you don't feel it in your core, what's the point?"
Relearning, receiving, reminiscing, restarting, remaking, revising, reiterating, releasing, rejuvenating, rethinking, relieving, redreaming, reforming, remembering, reloading, reaping, ruminating.
BRAIN ROT, AND WE ARE ALL STUCK SOMEHOW.
Words will fumble, memory will get faded, you'll easily forget things as small as spellings and even as small as what you read last week or even yesterday. This overload of information are like demons materializing into real world. The strong Discernment will get clouded, this easy accessible, random useless information that keeps surfacing when we open our devices; These are shackles, they rot the brain away like cheap drugs, it needs a cleansing week or two once in a month. Yes, that's reasonable, it's hard, ask me; I experienced it first hand, I have to delete apps, cut off my contact, because eventually it doesn't pay me, neither ameliorate my situation in anyway. We are being fed so much of violence, nudity, whack songs, propaganda, forgettable quotes, low brained memes that doesn't belong to us. How can they be? They are neither ours, but they are there to influence, to make things worse, to have us confused, to be the part of problem and anxiety that's hovering our head. I observed it, going through it, trying harder to cope or letting it be, by not paying attention or use my device less. But we are all in this together, right?
Silence, rejuvenation, unidirectional focus, cutting off contacts, leaving device at home so we can be awkward at places by not using social media and actually be aware and conscious of people and what is going around us instead of being absolutely absorbed in phones. And being present in the moment becomes essential, like it is. Ambitions, moves, actions will get closer to fruition when we are not giving a part of ourselves away in 10 different situations, stories, apps, and to even people. Because this brain rot is real, it really buzz in the head. Have to rather avoid it, making new plans, cleansing of it once in a while ⸺Absolutely knowing it could be hard but still trying, because it is as real as it comes.
Silence, actions, faith, persistence, moves, perseverence, passion, knowing-self, purpose-driven, ambitions are the best response to these false realities, to these unwanted chaotic people, to their unwanted pointing out of flaws, to their pulling down. To these people who want to see you down, who is not equipped to make you feel good about yourself. Who'll do anything to see you down. Avoid them, do the self-care and erase them.
Water fills my wind Pipes.
And I stand in front of the Ocean, watch waves come and go, while my soul and ocean is on par with each other, as to who has more depth. As to who has buried more spirits, dreams and energies, as to who stands against the time, as to who has left behind a lot everything ⸺ As to who knew more turbulence and tribulations. The resemblance with each other, a violence between us breaks my core; The interconnectedness seduces me, entice me, takes me, drowns me, and I feel the feeling of letting go, to just break this thread of life and let the waves swallow me, just letting myself washed before it throws me on the seashore, they carry me to the depths, to show me I'm nothing but a cosmic accident roaming around with false ego, It shows me who am I, water fills my wind pipes, sand stick to my bones, And makes me realise, I'm part of it, And I understand.
BRAIN ROT, AND WE ARE ALL STUCK SOMEHOW.
Words will fumble, memory will get faded, you'll easily forget things as small as spellings and even as small as what you read last week or even yesterday. This overload of information are like demons materializing into real world. The strong Discernment will get clouded, this easy accessible, random useless information that keeps surfacing when we open our devices; These are shackles, they rot the brain away like cheap drugs, it needs a cleansing week or two once in a month. Yes, that's reasonable, it's hard, ask me; I experienced it first hand, I have to delete apps, cut off my contact, because eventually it doesn't pay me, neither ameliorate my situation in anyway. We are being fed so much of violence, nudity, whack songs, propaganda, forgettable quotes, low brained memes that doesn't belong to us. How can they be? They are neither ours, but they are there to influence, to make things worse, to have us confused, to be the part of problem and anxiety that's hovering our head. I observed it, going through it, trying harder to cope or letting it be, by not paying attention or use my device less. But we are all in this together, right?
Silence, rejuvenation, unidirectional focus, cutting off contacts, leaving device at home so we can be awkward at places by not using social media and actually be aware and conscious of people and what is going around us instead of being absolutely absorbed in phones. And being present in the moment becomes essential, like it is. Ambitions, moves, actions will get closer to fruition when we are not giving a part of ourselves away in 10 different situations, stories, apps, and to even people. Because this brain rot is real, it really buzz in the head. Have to rather avoid it, making new plans, cleansing of it once in a while ⸺Absolutely knowing it could be hard but still trying, because it is as real as it comes.
Be rational, don't dwell into emotions and hurt yourself, say no often, drink more water and consider yourself a diamond worth everything in this world. A fire that can take lives, an ocean that can drown lives, a forest ⸺ anyone can get lost in. You are the sky, the dirt, the consciousness, the flower.
Dream big. (A message to me and to you too)
Listen to Nipsey hussle, read a poetry, remember those years of innocent joys and foolish decisions, ask someone about their day, ask more questions, sing the melodies, get sad while lucki playing in the background, eat something good, water yourself. That is why you are here. And don't forget yourself.
- shashank
Get to the root
I'm the sky, the soul, the earth, the force, the mystic, the spirit, the hate, the love, the anger, the emotion, the agnostic, the theist, the atheist, the being. I'm changing constantly. I'm here for me. I hope I remember this always.
Be rational, don't dwell into emotions and hurt yourself, say no often, drink more water and consider yourself a diamond worth everything in this world. A fire that can take lives, an ocean that can drown lives, a forest ⸺ anyone can get lost in. You are the sky, the dirt, the consciousness, the flower.
Dream big. (A message to me and to you too)
"How delicate is the human heart, a mere touch and it cracks"
- Rajinder singh
Tears and Dragonflies
White castles of burning souls,
red colour of hate,
inner-demons ate down the veins of love,
cuts around soul of predicaments.
The un-loved hindrances,
tears turned into dragonflies and flew away,
the summer of smoke and mirrors.
bones crushed, skin gloomed, rugged surface,
love touched and turn us into arch-angels.
- Shashank
Your potential self is watching you throw away all the blessings.
Stick to yourself.