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Is Tumblr still alive? I suddenly feel so nostalgic about it
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I have been in my travel bubble and have been very much off social media lately, just using it to vaguely keep in touch with some people, but then I have so many pictures of Japan after going twice (10 weeks all together!) in the past 6 months and am surprising myself that I don't feel crazy urges to share all these pictures on here. Maybe it's just because it's so so hard to choose...
This village has become one of my favorite landscapes. A wonderful refuge between mountain and sea near Hiroshima. I fell in love with Japan long before going there for the first time 2 years ago, and have been loving it even more every day spent in this country.
““I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you’re not anymore.”
— Maggie Stiefvater, Linger
The weirdest part is feeling that you kinda miss your shitty rollercoaster emotions when they aren't there for a while. Where are my crying spells? Where are my breakdowns? When will the colors be beautifully intense again? Is this being "normal"?
Midnight Fox ~ Gordy Wright
We will greet this dawn with fresh eyes and perfect hope. Forward in to it.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
It’s still autumn, yet slowly, the days gow colder and the colors fade away.
When I understand myself, I understand you, and out of that understanding comes love. ― Jiddu Krishnamurti
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Autumn, embracing your colors, your leaves, your shivers, Let me fall in you 🍂
Ikigai
Today I learned a Japanese word “ikigai’. It has a very beautiful meaning - ‘The purpose of being’ Every human has an ikigai. I wonder why we often find foreign words so fascinating. I mean we basically have words for the very same meaning in English too. I think for me it is because these English words have a lot of baggage, a lot of predetermined meaning and a lot of associated beliefs conditioned by society. When I think of ‘purpose’ I think of a 100 things but how many of those are my true thoughts? When I hear ‘ikigai’, it’s a totally new word and though the meaning might be old, it gives me an opportunity to discover my ikigai without any expectations, standards or norms.
“Giving back” 201/365 por Ronny Garcia Por Flickr: I made this picture the last weekend, thanks to Javiera. Today i went to Aculeo lake, this place is wonderful, the view is so increidible, the bad part is that has been raining the whole day, but tomorow i hope to be able to make some concepts. Happy weekend guys. _____________ Please follow me: Facebook | Instagram | Tumblr
Post traumatic stress disorder - day 11 of #inktober illnesses.
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At such times I felt something was drawing me away, and I kept fancying that if I walked straight on, far, far away and reached that line where the sky and earth meet, there I should find the key to the mystery, there I should see a new life a thousand times richer and more turbulent than ours.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot (via kittencrimson)
That’s it, I guess. Just go on living, whether you feel like it or not.
Anton Chekhov, Dreary Story (via theunrequitedlover)