' I like art' type girl.
christopherpoindexter:

READ CAPTION LOVELIES. This is a Photo from a writing session in a bar the other night. I shouldn’t have to justify myself with my writing but I want to because I truly care about you all. That is why I write. The shift in my writing lately is because of many reasons. For one, I am experiencing so much lately and I am writing about it. I am going through so many new things and emotions and finally understanding so much in the world I have never understood. I am only 23 and every day I feel something new and I think that is important. I don’t want to remain the same. “The core of man’s spirit comes from new experiences”
-into the wild. “Change your shape and tone so often that they can never categorize you.” - Bukowski.
For two, so many people just want flowery writings and romance and easy things. Simple little quotes. And that is okay. But that is not what I want to do here. I truly want to be a writer one day, to make a fucking huge difference with my words, and I want it to be a human thing. To relate to people because I understood them and not just made them swoon. I want to fucking understand you all and that is a disease and it hurts and drives me mad but I swear I would not want to have another life. I go to bars and drink and feel for YOU. You and you and you. I just want to understand someone and then someone else. The mad ones and gentle ones and all. The woman addicted to cocaine or the man in love with Jesus or the mother who loves her children more than anything but is on something that makes her not show it. Understanding is everything. That is my art. Not poetry. Not writing. Understanding. I don’t cry often because I am numb but I cry thinking about this. About you all. Sorry to show my vulnerability here, but I want you to understand me as I try to understand you. This is what life is about for me and I am going to die believing in it. The human race is my fucking heart beat.

christopherpoindexter:

READ CAPTION LOVELIES. This is a Photo from a writing session in a bar the other night. I shouldn’t have to justify myself with my writing but I want to because I truly care about you all. That is why I write. The shift in my writing lately is because of many reasons. For one, I am experiencing so much lately and I am writing about it. I am going through so many new things and emotions and finally understanding so much in the world I have never understood. I am only 23 and every day I feel something new and I think that is important. I don’t want to remain the same. “The core of man’s spirit comes from new experiences”
-into the wild. “Change your shape and tone so often that they can never categorize you.” - Bukowski.
For two, so many people just want flowery writings and romance and easy things. Simple little quotes. And that is okay. But that is not what I want to do here. I truly want to be a writer one day, to make a fucking huge difference with my words, and I want it to be a human thing. To relate to people because I understood them and not just made them swoon. I want to fucking understand you all and that is a disease and it hurts and drives me mad but I swear I would not want to have another life. I go to bars and drink and feel for YOU. You and you and you. I just want to understand someone and then someone else. The mad ones and gentle ones and all. The woman addicted to cocaine or the man in love with Jesus or the mother who loves her children more than anything but is on something that makes her not show it. Understanding is everything. That is my art. Not poetry. Not writing. Understanding. I don’t cry often because I am numb but I cry thinking about this. About you all. Sorry to show my vulnerability here, but I want you to understand me as I try to understand you. This is what life is about for me and I am going to die believing in it. The human race is my fucking heart beat.

lugerhard:



An Afghan girl blows bubblegum while she cooks food for her family in Kabul, Afghanistan.
Farzana Wahidy

criança é criança em qualquer parte do planeta.

lugerhard:

An Afghan girl blows bubblegum while she cooks food for her family in Kabul, Afghanistan.

Farzana Wahidy

criança é criança em qualquer parte do planeta.

“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”

–  Haruki Murakami (via nyeto)

excdus:

moonshooting

excdus:

moonshooting

piperwinston:

Working days make moments like these even better. #mondaze

piperwinston:

Working days make moments like these even better. #mondaze

“Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed in it?”

– Kanye West (via awelltraveledwoman)

“Let go of the idea of what is normal, and go live your life the way you really want it to live.”

– Shanti (via travel-as-a-happy-hippie)

“I’m an intuitive sort.
I feel vibes.
I see auras.
I read bodies.
These are all intense.”

Daeizm (via hustlinginspiration)

realdwntomars:

I really dislike people that text me only to ignore me once I reply.

“Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.”

– I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.  (via realdwntomars)