i was watching Andrew Zimmern's Bizarre Foods on TLC, followed by the Delhi episode on Scam City. the way of living in the forests and village in the Amazon, everyone is happy and they spend their lives crafting drums, singing, hunting, enjoying everyone's company. life is simple yet so beautiful. the child beggars in New Delhi makes me sad. that's ( Read more... )

"You are so insanely talented, so never EVER think you're not.
Ahhh Gloria, keep doing whatever it is you're doing. Because you're doing it right."pen such words down in ink so id always have something to keep me pushing. im so thankful for the people who've bothered looking out for me no matter how little. it really does keep me from staying on the ( Read more... )

Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.” - Rainer Maria Rilke.

after much thought, i dont think i should allow myself to be involved with anyone. nobody should have to deal with this. if i keep to myself, everything will be contained. like pandora's box, this should never ever be opened. containment is key.

i wonder if i'd ever wake up one morning and think that perhaps, id like to live till the day when im old, grey and frail enough for Time to decide that that's all i'd have before allowing Death to take me away.. for now, i reckon i still do fear Senescence more than i do, Death. *shrugs.

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"You know, there's too many buttons in the world. There's too many buttons and they're just- There's way too many just begging to be pressed,they're just begging to be pressed,you know? They're just - they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine? Why am I so ( Read more... )

space. distance. space. it’s so frustrating. frustrated by myself. at myself. idk if im the one pushing people away or the society i live in now is filled with distance. i cannot stand even thinking about it now. is it just me that’s distant? what is all this space that surrounds me. there is no wall around me. just, lonely vast empty space. and at ( Read more... )

there's so much going on in this purple mush but i cant translate it out of me in all my inadequacy. no words, no painting, no sketch, no dance, no music, nothing. nothing is going to purge them out of this skull. nothing.

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