I am light


Victoria, 23.


untrustyou:

Léonie Hampton
urgetocreate:

Kenny Harris, Yoga Studio, Buenos Aires 2007 60x90 inches oil on canvas

urgetocreate:

Kenny Harris, Yoga Studio, Buenos Aires 2007 60x90 inches oil on canvas

adapto:

Corey Arnold
untrustyou:

Corey Arnold
efedra:

Time in Church by Felicia Forte

efedra:

Time in Church by Felicia Forte

tomorrow i could wake up and say “i am a totally different person” and assume a new sense of self and be that person. you should be aware of the power in that. it is the only real thing to me right now.

the idea of getting to know someone and falling in love with them baffles me. anyone knowing me, truly understanding me and leaving me feeling not alone, is impossible i think. looking too deeply into personal relationships makes everything feel fake. how do you define someone’s truth? how do you know anything is genuine? i could be playing a part, if you were to meet me. it could all be untrue, me pretending to be someone i admire, someone i hate. everything could be staged right down to emotions. is there even truth and reality in anything “felt”?

untrustyou:

José Gallego Robinson
We become outlines of ourselves—

long scratches
in the sky.
—Zachary Schomburg, from “New Kind of Light” (via proustitute)
sickpage:

Kristofer Brand
One of the reasons we admire or like art, if we do, is that it reopens us in some sense—as Kafka wrote in a letter, art breaks the sea that’s frozen inside us. It reminds us of sensitivities that we might have lost at some cost.

celestialfrequenciesalign:

Bush - The Chemicals Between Us

(7,809 plays)

memoryslandscape:

The night isn’t dark; the world is dark.
Stay with me a little longer.

Your hands on the back of the chair—-
that’s what I’ll remember.

Louise Glück, from “Departure,” Meadowlands (HarperCollins, 1996)

You are like me, whether or not you admit it.
Unsatisfied, meticulous.

And your hunger is not for experience
but for understanding.

Louise Glück, from Moonbeam (via violentwavesofemotion)