Behind all of this uncertainty may lie some of the most beautiful experiences of your life. Please hang in there. Have faith in what is coming your way.
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Behind all of this uncertainty may lie some of the most beautiful experiences of your life. Please hang in there. Have faith in what is coming your way.
Nicole Addison
I heard you in every bassline. Every drum pattern. Every melody that made a home in the heart. It was the only way to process the grief I had at my disposal when you were gone. Your memory was my music.
I wish you were the person I met through my own depth
the person who felt like he could meet me.
But the person standing in front of me isn’t him,
and I can’t want someone who only exists in flashes.
Deduction is key to creativity- it removes that which is unnecessary. Delivers with maximum meaning: distilled to its purest elements.
Strips away anything that disrupts flow. Energy moves freely. From creation to beholder.
The fewer obstructions between the creator’s impulse and the observer’s perception, the stronger the resonance.
Empathy as a connection
Empathy is the bridge between separate worlds. The truth is that we can never fully understand another person, because we aren’t them.
We don’t have the texture of their memories, the shape of their perception, or the way their consciousness colours each moment. We are separate inner worlds, each seeing life through our own lens. But we can make people feel seen, and that’s the closest we ever get to understanding. When someone says “I understand you” they arent actually feeling what you feel- theyre using their own mind and body to imagine your experience, and that effort is what matters.
It’s not literal understanding, its the attempt. Empathy is reaching across the distance between two consciousnesses using the only tools we have: our own sensations, memories, and emotional language. It doesnt let us enter another person’s inner world, but it brings us closer to it. And the beautiful thing is that the more deeply you understand yourself, the more clearly you can empathise with others, because self understanding gives you more emotional vocabulary and more honesty.
When you’ve sat with your own fear, tenderness, heartbreak, and contradictions, you gain more places inside yourself that resonate with someone else’s pain or joy. You’re not feeling what they feel, but you recognise the shape of the feeling inside yourself. Self understanding becomes the internal map that helps you meet other people gently. In an ideal world everyone would know that we can’t truly understand each other, but we can see each other. We can recognise someones emotion, hold space for it, and honour it as theirs, not ours. And that’s enough. It has to be.
Empathy softens the physical limitations of existence, we can see each other, even if we cant share a consciousness. And when someone tries their hardest to feel what you’re feeling inside their own mind, that is the closest we ever come to understanding another human being.
Exploring Love as the Inflection Point
True love, as the ONLY is-ness with meaning,
Because it is the root of HUMAN pain, and the root of HUMAN joy.
An infinite amount of narratives exist in either direction when created by the consciousness,
But both are false,
Stories and narratives are the falsities,
They are the HURT.
Love expands you into a state too large for the ego to control.
The ego then tries to protect you with these stories.
But the love itself is neutral, pure is-ness
It is both the opening (into a state bigger than the ego) and the breaking (letting go of what is not- the stories).
True self-love, will always be the first iteration of true love.
It is the first time consciousness finally steps into the part of itself it has mapped most deeply- in truth, not story.
The falsities of “self”, are belief systems, built on the wrong stone, formed from a misunderstanding of what love actually is.
Self is then allowed to simply be; is-ness. Pure being.
Pure being is presence.
And to be present is to simply notice life happening around you.
Without needing.
When a consciousness stops needing, the nervous system is allowed to feel safe.
The ego is simply the mechanism of needing.
It pulls, grasps, defends and narrates because it believes without control, something essential will be lost.
Needing is the egos way of trying to stabilise experience when love has opened you into a state larger than it can regulate.
But when the nervous system feels safe, needing softens.
The ego no longer has to grip, because nothing is being threatened.
Love stops being a survival strategy and becomes a state of being.
And in that shift-from needing to noticing the self doesn’t disappear, it simply relaxes into presence.
It becomes a quiet companion rather than the author of your reality.
True self-love is what allows this.
Because when you no longer need anything from yourself- not perfection, not certainty, not a fixed identity- the ego has nothing left to defend.
It becomes gentle.
It becomes transparent.
And love can move through you without distortion.
And what remains is a gentle, human state of wanting.
And because it’s wanting it is transparent.
It carries no pressure, no fear, no illusion of collapse.
You can feel desire without being consumed by it.
You can love without clinging.
You can hope without demanding.
You can long for someone- intensely, without turning them into the source of your survival.
This is like the difference between needing water- survival is at risk.
And wanting water, you’re simply thirsty- there is no existential threat.
The ego is still there.
It natters away,
It still moves, but it doesn’t rule.
It still wants, but no longer needs.
It becomes a small ripple in a much larger field of awareness, rather than the entire ocean.