awkwardsituationist:

for ten years now, leonid tishkov has traveled the world with his moon. here we see him in arctic svalbard magdalene fjord (1,5,7), new zealand, near rangitito (second photo, taken by marcus williams), the tian shang observatory near the border between china and kyrgyzstan (third photo, by po-i chen) and moscow (4,6,8, taken by boris bendikov)

"the moon is a shining point that brings people together from different countries, of different nationalities and cultures - and everyone who gets in its orbit does not forget it ever. it gives fairytale and poetry in our prosy and mercantile world," leonid writes. "the moon helps us to overcome our loneliness in the universe by uniting us around it."

leonid adds, “the ancient ural peoples who lived in my home told a fairy tale about how a shaman goes into the next world, illuminating the path of the moon. so in all of my photos, i can be seen in my late father’s cloak, because he travels with me in this way.”

And to the casual observer it looks like I have moved on since I go around wearing my little happy mask all day. I smile and laugh and carry on like my heart’s still in one piece, but beneath it all, I am dying.
— Melody Carlson (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I’ve realized after some time,
that you can never fully make people
like you, and accept you
for who you are.
And some,
don’t even bother
trying to,
some don’t even
want to
get to know you,
or understand you,
for the interior
rather than the outer
parts that you show.
So stop letting yourself
get so caught up
in wanting so badly,
to impress people
who don’t deserve
your best.
You are worth, a lot.
And there will always be,
some, who are too blind
to see you for what you are.
In the end,
it won’t matter
because you do not deserve
having people in your life,
who can’t see you
for more than what
you choose to show.
— Keen Malasarte, "This is my farewell to the friends that don’t live up to the name" (via acupofkeen)
I wonder how you’d feel
If you ever read my poetry.
Would you hate me-
For taking, taking, taking
Bits of you and
Giving them a different meaning,
For rearranging you in my mind,
To make sense of us?
Or maybe,
You’d finally understand
Why I ran away?
m.v., I look for absolution in these words. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

mingdliu:

Today’s adventure :)

They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.
— Ugo Eze (via pinksugarchocolate)
Don’t let anyone, even your parents, break you. Find good people who care about you and surround yourself with just them. If you can’t find them at first, find good music and fall into it and let it hold you until they come.
— Davey Havok (via yasodhara)
crazyfreakinlovesong:

alightinq:

i painted the flowers to make them feel pretty. just like what girls do to their faces.


But flowers are already pretty, just like girls, but they don’t realize it

crazyfreakinlovesong:

alightinq:

i painted the flowers to make them feel pretty. just like what girls do to their faces.

But flowers are already pretty, just like girls, but they don’t realize it