Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
第十届桃李杯—古典舞金奖—《点绛唇》
As each situation in life represents a challenge to man and presents a problem for him to solve, the question of the meaning of life may actually be reversed. Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.
—Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
so this is what life is,
a series of disappointments, successes, failures, accomplishments—love, love lost, love rekindled, and even love abandoned
Little things like overloading a semester,
challenging yourself, and learning to have faith in your own ability to rise to the occasion.
Bigger things like going back to something that’s already broken
to leave with the understanding and perspective that sometimes,
letting go is the most difficult and most painful, yet bravest thing to do.
And truly monumental things like growing enough to look at your family—your parents—as people
not as role models, breadwinners, nuisances, or the basis of whatever problems you may face,
but as people: jaded, broken, human beings trying just as hard as you to carry their faults, their mistakes along with the burden of your dreams and desires until their backs are so haunched from the weight of responsibility that they can only see the ground and how far they still have to go, instead of how far they’ve already come
to learn that with this understanding comes a sense of maturity and compassion that can’t be taught in any book or bedtime story.
so this is what it comes down to
learning to love and let someone in
only to realize when to let go
and learn to love yourself
(via carrinacat)
I traveled for one month around California and I swear I saw the most breathtaking landscapes. It was a great experience to explorer new places, to try the local food and to meet new people. I got lucky enough to grab a few stills and I’m still working on a video.
Don’t tell me your state is more beautiful than this because I’ll never believe you.
(Source: soniafelizv, via therippedones)
much of life is trying to make sense of life. we do that through attempting to express our experiences and then evaluating it to see whether they ring true. we normally need another person to hear our attempt so that we can hear it ourselves. often we don’t ask for a problem solver, because we need a listener, one who lets the other friend tell the story, and have the imagination to be with them in it.
(via colporteur)
i.
i was twelve years old when our next door neighbor
noticed the way my right shoulder blade
stuck out more than the other, like asymmetrical
mountains on the landscape
of my adolescent back, as if an earthquake
had taken place between my bones and no one
had bothered to clean up the rubble.
i was crooked.
ii.
i was fourteen years old when the doctor
sliced me open from the base of my neck
to the small of my back like a zipper to reveal my twisted
spine, stretched out my vertebrae
with titanium rods and screwed them in place –
straightened me up, so to speak, but
i came out of the operating room still feeling crooked.
iii.
i was sixteen years old the first time you ran your fingers
down my scar, told me how
beautifully they had put me back together
and for once, i was okay
with being crooked.
iv.
it’s hard to love crooked things and crooked people
with crooked backs and crooked teeth and
crooked souls, but un-crooked you taught me how
and i loved you with all my crooked heart.
(Source: noxtalgic, via colporteur)
what i learned from school
- im a fucking piece of shit
- everybody else is also a fucking piece of shit
- mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell