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a lot of the times, I’m secretly very judgmental about the people around me. There are personality flaws I’m not very accepting of, and maybe that’s my flaw, because it prevents an open mind. but every so often, I meet somebody with such a tough life accompanied by an even tougher mind, that it really makes me stop to think. they set a new scale of relative truth for me, serving as a reminder of what could be. sometimes I lose sight of expectations and standards because of the level of tolerance I surround myself with.

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annarockets:

Senegal

5th Ave., NY

Katmandu, Nepal

Tokyo, Japan

Rome, Italy

Phom Phen, Cambodia

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

from James Mollison’s book Where Children Sleep

(via OP)

Sometimes it is hard to believe that children do not have the luxury of a bed, let alone a room for themselves, while others have more than they need. 

Submitted by face—the—strange

these are the high school haunts we’ll remember forever. the places we’ll equate our youth with, the foundation to adulthood with a permanent ex-stereotype shadowing around. whether it’s those tedious evenings spent in the music room perfecting the delicacy of a single string of notes, or the early mornings on top of those sweat-filled floors pushing the fibers of your body to the edge. or under a tree smoking to your death while thinking of life. these are the memories we’re choosing to create.

fears: cockroaches

There’s a lot of people, simply because I would love to be given that chance to understand someone completely, even for that brief moment. I always wonder how what I see and they way I think compares with someone else. At the end of the day, I don’t think I would do it because I think the only way to be truly happy is to come to terms with who you are, and that wouldn’t happen by living as someone else. But there’s a lot of people I look up to, literary characters, historical beings, or even someone who has absolutely nothing (meaning you get a blank slate and can choose who to be) that I would love to be temporarily.

1. I love you so much and I wish I hadn’t taken either of you for granted last year by being so ungrateful, rebellious, and stupid. I can see the toll time has taken on you, and it breaks my heart to see the distant future creeping closer every day. I can see your merits, flaws and fears, but now I can also see what I hadn’t before. And that reflects on my introspection.

2. I think that in order to grow up and exercise independence sometimes, you have to take a risk and cut off everything before that’s possible. You can’t always stay in this bubble of protection and separate yourself from reality; it’s just feeding your sense of isolation and unhappiness. This should have happened a long time ago, and you shouldn’t let doubts and hesitation get the best of you.

3. I miss you and I’m glad we had the chance to start to get to know each other again before you moved halfway across the world.

4. I think your constant determination to prove that you don’t care what other people think just proves that you do very much. I can see the influences of your roots have on you though, so I don’t blame you. It just bothers me when you feel like you have to put others down in order to prove something.

5. We’ve grown apart, but I think you’re a good person, it’s just our perspective on life has forked. I’ll always have your back, even if it takes a while to renew our projection of each other. It’s harder to accept change and growth in previous friendships than to accept new people as they are.

favorite quote:
“and I was beginning to get the bug like Dean,
who was simply a youth tremendously excited with life,
racing through society, eager for bread and love.”

(actually a combination of a few quotes from the same book, but it sums up how I’ve felt this year exactly)

pet peeve: when people tell me what to do or assume they know me. Even when they say “you would”. like really? I did it so obviously I would.

in any classroom you’re sitting in, do you ever wonder who we’ll be? who’s going to be the ceo with the cottage weekends and the midlife crisis? who’s going to be the lawyer with a drinking problem and a hidden mistress? the noble doctor with a family of 5? the liberated environmentalist? the fucked up druggie living day by day? the travelling journalist? the lonely wife? the cheating husband? the cancer patient burdened with regrets? will it be the lonely students in the library? or the lonely kids smoking in that corner? which one of is going to die happy and live until we’re wrinkled? and which one of is going to wish we could hit restart?

likes: genuine people, harry potter, 20th century photography, angelina jolie, milk chocolate, vintage, social movement protests, photobooths, travelling the world, rereading novels, skins/misfits, the buried life, most museums, my family, kids in general, libraries/bookstores, tea with milk and sugar, nostalgia and sentiment, christmas, rainstorms, spring, rugby so far, psychology, eastern philosophy

dislikes: bad intentions and ulterior motives