Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Nostalgia

“don’t worry, shell eventually grow out of it’’

I never did

Change: A process through which something becomes different

With growth comes along change

I grew, yet I remain the same.

Maybe it’s the nostalgia evoking me, an attachment grasping me in what seems to be the past

‘’move on’’ How can I leave what tended to structure me?

In a manner I am an adult, yet a sense of maturity is still to be held

I’m taller!, I’ve grown! Somehow a child reminisces within me, a child which Iv not abandoned, he isn’t what I used to be, he is what I am, maybe not fully but an essence still floats within me, and I carry it wherever I go.

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2 years ago

You're the sun, you've never seen the night But you hear its song from the morning birds Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star But awake at night I'll be singing to the birds- Mitski ‘’Your Best American Girl’‘

Night Sky
Night Sky
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2 years ago

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2 years ago
A Rainbow Of Van Gogh—
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in order: Peach Tree in Bloom (in memory of Mauve), 1888 / Red Poppies and Daisies, 1890 / Willows at Sunset, 1888 / The Sower (Sower with Setting Sun), 1888 / Undergrowth with Two Figures, 1890 / Landscape with Couple Walking and Crescent Moon, 1890 / Branches with Almond Blossom, 1890 / Starry Night Over the Rhone, 1888 / Irises, 1889 / Wheat Field With Cypresses, 1889

1 year ago

THE OTHER SIDE

THE OTHER SIDE

theirs this wall made of iron and steal blocking me of the far near I'm no brave man to climb all for I fear the fall Lost, I always seem to walk around its edges What is behind, I ask myself too many times maybe a gleamy forest withholding lilly fields but in my mind it's dark full of starving wolves that lurk curiosity is a sin, I need a redeemer some say it is liberating to be a dreamer but is the freedom worth the injury?


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1 year ago
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.
I Remember You Falling Into My River, And I Remember Your Little Pink Shoe.

I remember you falling into my river, and I remember your little pink shoe.

Spirited Away (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

2 years ago

A gentle person is always beautiful.

3 months ago

no shape, no form.

No Shape, No Form.
No Shape, No Form.

I stare at the vanity 

Yet, My eyes aren't looking 

All that is there for me to see is a figure

It blurs and blurs I still cannot figure 

No shape, no form 

I must reform 

How? It’s said souls flow into creeks 

Taking the shape they please

But I cannot fit into a mold 

I have no definition 

Nothing worthy of attention 

Maybe this is how it’s meant to be

 floating around with no destiny 

I'll do that for eternity 

I'll latch into what I find in front of me

Till one day it tells me it needs me

I don't know who I am 

But maybe that's fate

For I aspire to elate within everything 

Nothing in this world and its luxuries 

Can limit me 

I simply am free. 


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2 years ago
Susan Sontag, From “Reborn: Journals And Notebooks, 1947-1963″

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

2 years ago

“Listen to the quiet but solid voice deep inside of you that tells you that you deserve better, that whispers you are meant for far better things.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars

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