Thoughts.

"Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 23:22:46 -0400

“Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another and to meet each other in our questions.”

- Jamie Tworkowkski (via mishproductions)

If only everyone thought this way

mydarkenedeyes: Lukasz Wodynski - Machination of Dementia...

Fri, 03 May 2013 12:14:33 -0400

mydarkenedeyes:

Lukasz Wodynski - Machination of Dementia (2012)

Almost Famous (2000)

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:29:43 -0400

Almost Famous (2000)

veganimal: triippiieehippiee: Me every morning. Sipping my...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 23:34:35 -0400

veganimal:

triippiieehippiee:

Me every morning. Sipping my favorite tea

ahh yerba mate!<3

o-dyssea: P

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 12:37:57 -0400

o-dyssea:

P

Rant.

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 21:31:27 -0400

Cloudy room, I can almost see each ash paticle floating aimlessly in the air, suspended in the sunlight pouring through. Depression’s breath is hot on my neck, and quite bothersome. Just leave me the fuck alone, leave me the fuck alone.

Everything is so impermanent. Does that mean that nothing really matters? Seeing as it will all come to an end anyways? And if not an end, then it will metamorphose into something entirely new, new feelings, new relationships, new states of being. I hate that. Why can’t good things remain eternal…….

I wish I could live in a moment of perfection. They pop up every once and a while spontaneously. They’re like precious gems to me, feelings of completion and safety, where I’m not trying to fill anything up, where I don’t have to try so hard not to feel, try so hard not to think.

I imagine what it would be like to literally go outside in the middle of the street and yell at the world. To not be okay, even if it seems illegitimate, dramatic or stupid . I imagine how it would sound, when you ask me “How are you?” instead of the safe, empty, fake, sweet, ”Good, how are you?” back, it would go a little more honestly like “I’m fucking confused and fucking tired, that’s how I am” I imagine how good it would feel to let go of my inhibitions, to let go of my ‘sanity’, to let go of my ‘cool’, to cry in front of you, to yell at you, to not pretend that I’m not hurt by everything, I’m so sick of pretending.. to go outside and scream and ask God if I will be fucking okay and let him know that I have no idea what I am doing and I have no idea how to live life and that I’m just scared a lot of the time and I don’t know what I stand for anymore or who I am and I would wonder why the fuck I just can’t get a letter or something back from Him telling me something, like ‘you’re doing just fine’ or have the skies open up like in the Lion King and get some kind of concrete answer.

I don’t know why, but there have been so many times when I have just wanted to break down crying in the middle of a cigarette break on the bench in front of all the people passing by… So many times where I just want to cry in front of someone, I don’t know why, and I try so hard not to, I don’t want people to think I’m looking for pity, and I hope to myself that I really am not looking for pity. I don’t know what I’m looking for.

Why can’t life just be perfect for a little bit? Just for a fucking little? Why does perfect have to be nonexistant? Why do we have a word for it if it doesn’t exist? And why do I always feel like I am struggling and pushing and fighting fighting fighting? Fighting feelings, fighting for order, fighting for perfection and always being scared of losing everything, like I’m living my life in the middle of a barely frozen lake that could crack at any minute?

I just want to melt, like sinking into the botton of a pool, serenely, organically, honestly, quietly….

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Fri, 29 Mar 2013 16:00:24 -0400

poorartists: Paige Bradley created one of the most striking...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 23:33:39 -0400

poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

silly-humanity: this is actually really sad

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 23:24:58 -0400

silly-humanity:

this is actually really sad

"Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say “so..."

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:17:28 -0400

“Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say “so what”. That’s one of my favorite things to say.”

- Andy Warhol (via milkfroth)

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Wed, 27 Mar 2013 20:59:24 -0400

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Mon, 25 Mar 2013 14:35:39 -0400

"I don’t remember lighting this cigarette and I don’t remember if I’m here alone or waiting for..."

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 16:10:56 -0400

“I don’t remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone”

- Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via joliesauvage)

This is what Friday nights look like when you have no social life. Wine, bad sketches, pasta...

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 22:46:02 -0400

This is what Friday nights look like when you have no social life.

Wine, bad sketches, pasta and music(not pictured).

joliesauvage: Erika Pochybova-Johnson holy hell

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 18:20:35 -0400

joliesauvage:

Erika Pochybova-Johnson

holy hell

moonbabynicole: Black Velvet Petunia.

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 14:28:47 -0400

moonbabynicole:

Black Velvet Petunia.

"Nobody can save you but yourself — and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not easily won but if..."

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 22:13:22 -0500

“Nobody can save you but yourself — and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning — this is it.”

- Charles Bukowski (via dulcetdecember)

stopdropandvogue: “I was playing with pencils while the other...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 19:02:10 -0500

stopdropandvogue:

“I was playing with pencils while the other girls were playing with dolls.” -Sasha Pivovarova

Using this week off from work to detox physically and mentally. Goals include: 1. Healthy eating 2....

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 22:08:00 -0500

Using this week off from work to detox physically and mentally.

Goals include:

1. Healthy eating

2. No cigarettes

3. Meditation everyday

4. Run on pretty days

5. Clear room

6. Catch up on school work

7. No picking up shifts

8. Green smoothie breakfasts

Yay c:

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Fri, 01 Mar 2013 16:34:41 -0500