Planta Tu Propio Jardín Y Decora Tu Propia Alma, En Lugar De Esperar Que Alguien Te Traiga Flores.

“what have you been up to lately?” i don’t leave the house

girl are you okay? you’ve been consuming so much media lately that you haven’t allowed yourself to feel one single human emotion for months

took around 500 pics driving around the olympic peninsula over the weekend! here are a few favorites :)

— hannibal: S1E3

there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.

Identity is a prison! Let yourself respond authentically to each moment as it arrives, without being bound to the narrative of who you think you are! The self is a construct! The truth of your existence is ever changing and infinite as the universe is ever changing and infinite! Abandon the stories of your past selves and be present and alive in this very moment! IDENTITY IS DEAD! THE SELF IS DEAD! YOU ARE ALIVE!

Ahn Jong Yuen (안종연) 1. EclecticStills, 1995 2. 빛의소리 [Sound of Light], 1999

how to meld all ur identities into one n not be afraid to exist as a contradiction

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”