October 16, 2014
“We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future.”~Alan Watts~

We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future.

~Alan Watts~

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October 14, 2014
Lesson of today: Not everyone has to experience the same moment or need your attention right now. Regardless of how important you believe it might be or necessary. By trying to please people you begin to forget how to please yourself. Put down the phone and open your eyes to what is truly in front of you or you might miss your chance.

Lesson of today: Not everyone has to experience the same moment or need your attention right now. Regardless of how important you believe it might be or necessary. By trying to please people you begin to forget how to please yourself. Put down the phone and open your eyes to what is truly in front of you or you might miss your chance.

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October 14, 2014
The hardest part of expectance is the next step. ‘Where to from here?’ that lingers on the tip of you tongue and is being held back by the thinest wires that connect to your mind and heart. Sometimes these wires are twisted and entrusted in one another but sometimes they have signals of their own. We chose to balance and yet sometimes we have no choice but to fall. In some ways it gives us a better understanding of our limits. Gravity physically and emotionally brings us back to earth. It allows us to seek our flaws within ourselves and motivate us to mend. I was recently told that majority of people can list many things that they see as flaws within themselves but once you ask them the positives, we find it hard to even begin. What I find even harder is the ‘Where to from here?’ once you have laid the worst of yourself in front of you, what’s the next step. I realised today that I have allowed my words to sit on the tip of my tongue for so long that i have forgotten how to say them. I have forgotten to release because i have become so afraid of the next step. Although i have projected feeling and emotion, I have not allowed the thought to truly feel the inside. I have created the sorrow and the pain I am suffering because I believed I understood the words I could speak rather than the words I held. Swallowing each and every sentence of relief rather than settling and letting go. I have a tightening feeling in my chest and a stomach continuously full of so many words that I cannot eat without feeling ill. I have made my body physically sick with pain I have created because I cannot understand what I truly desire. I am on my hands and knees seeking for the crisp answers in the misty waters. Searching for something to take me back or to hold on tight to. I am searching for the answers and the words that come from within that will take me on the journey I need to go.       

The hardest part of expectance is the next step. ‘Where to from here?’ that lingers on the tip of you tongue and is being held back by the thinest wires that connect to your mind and heart. Sometimes these wires are twisted and entrusted in one another but sometimes they have signals of their own. We chose to balance and yet sometimes we have no choice but to fall. In some ways it gives us a better understanding of our limits. Gravity physically and emotionally brings us back to earth. It allows us to seek our flaws within ourselves and motivate us to mend. I was recently told that majority of people can list many things that they see as flaws within themselves but once you ask them the positives, we find it hard to even begin. What I find even harder is the ‘Where to from here?’ once you have laid the worst of yourself in front of you, what’s the next step. I realised today that I have allowed my words to sit on the tip of my tongue for so long that i have forgotten how to say them. I have forgotten to release because i have become so afraid of the next step. Although i have projected feeling and emotion, I have not allowed the thought to truly feel the inside. I have created the sorrow and the pain I am suffering because I believed I understood the words I could speak rather than the words I held. Swallowing each and every sentence of relief rather than settling and letting go. I have a tightening feeling in my chest and a stomach continuously full of so many words that I cannot eat without feeling ill. I have made my body physically sick with pain I have created because I cannot understand what I truly desire. I am on my hands and knees seeking for the crisp answers in the misty waters. Searching for something to take me back or to hold on tight to. I am searching for the answers and the words that come from within that will take me on the journey I need to go.       

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October 14, 2014

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October 14, 2014

towardsthethornfields said: youre very poetic, do you know that?

Thank you, that’s really beautiful of you to say :) I suppose I find it much easier to express by relating an emotion to an action or a feeling people can understand.
'Words, words, masses and masses of words' 

October 14, 2014

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October 14, 2014

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October 14, 2014
"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences."

— Emery Allen (via uglypnis)

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October 14, 2014
Judgement: As I float to the surface of my mistakes, I try to hold in tight as the waves thrash old troubles away and pass through new ones. My body twists and turns with the decisions my mind makes and I begin to feel sea sick. I feel my legs are keeping me up but my heart and chest are sinking. Falling into the obis of uncertainty. I can see the opportunities in the sky and how for so long I saw judgement in the clouds. I thought for so long that I was the only one who was safe and I was just waiting for others to catch up. I forgot about the shapes in the clouds and thought for so long the only way I could be free was with clear skies. I swam from the fears and hid from potential because I believed it was the best for everyone. When really, I was everything I didn’t want to be and I was everything I refused to surround myself with. I was so caught up in the flow of the current that I forgot how to just float. I wasn’t floating but I was keeping myself afloat. There were so many signs I should have followed but instead I lost track of my Journey to begin with. Our Journey. I pushed myself away from the desires and for how to follow the pulses in my heart. I have opened my eyes again and realised I have been blind all along. As my arms begin to move, I lightly touch the surface of apology, to swim away from the current. The waves still crash but I allow them now to slap away the layers. My legs kick and allow the slashes to remove the chains of responsibilities. My head faces the open sky and welcomes in the clouds and removes the past judgment. My eyes express and my hair trusts that the sea will dance. My heart is still heavy but is no longer trapped in a case at the bottom of the ocean. Movement by movement I create a new thought that takes me back to where I once was with you. The journey I set out for became the path I no longer wish to battle. I wish to find the delicate waters again. I wish to find us.     

Judgement: As I float to the surface of my mistakes, I try to hold in tight as the waves thrash old troubles away and pass through new ones. My body twists and turns with the decisions my mind makes and I begin to feel sea sick. I feel my legs are keeping me up but my heart and chest are sinking. Falling into the obis of uncertainty. I can see the opportunities in the sky and how for so long I saw judgement in the clouds. I thought for so long that I was the only one who was safe and I was just waiting for others to catch up. I forgot about the shapes in the clouds and thought for so long the only way I could be free was with clear skies. I swam from the fears and hid from potential because I believed it was the best for everyone. When really, I was everything I didn’t want to be and I was everything I refused to surround myself with. I was so caught up in the flow of the current that I forgot how to just float. I wasn’t floating but I was keeping myself afloat. There were so many signs I should have followed but instead I lost track of my Journey to begin with. Our Journey. I pushed myself away from the desires and for how to follow the pulses in my heart. I have opened my eyes again and realised I have been blind all along. As my arms begin to move, I lightly touch the surface of apology, to swim away from the current. The waves still crash but I allow them now to slap away the layers. My legs kick and allow the slashes to remove the chains of responsibilities. My head faces the open sky and welcomes in the clouds and removes the past judgment. My eyes express and my hair trusts that the sea will dance. My heart is still heavy but is no longer trapped in a case at the bottom of the ocean. Movement by movement I create a new thought that takes me back to where I once was with you. The journey I set out for became the path I no longer wish to battle. I wish to find the delicate waters again. I wish to find us.     

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October 14, 2014

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October 14, 2014

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November 29, 2013
as fluid as water my thoughts wash away the questions I have been seeking answer for that could never be answered. Just as the looping memories cycle through my mind and queeze the stomach I begin to understand that some things will never be answered and that is the answer. Some ponders will be left with no understanding and that is okay. As our hair loses colour and our bones become brittle we realise there are somethings that have no other response than the unknown. Everybody as dwelled on the ‘if only’ moment they could have changed their opportunities but the answer to the unknown does not help the current situation. Take a step. One step at a time. You can either place only your toes on each stepping stone or you can take it in leaps and bounds. You are the only one who choose to let go or hold back.  

as fluid as water my thoughts wash away the questions I have been seeking answer for that could never be answered. Just as the looping memories cycle through my mind and queeze the stomach I begin to understand that some things will never be answered and that is the answer. Some ponders will be left with no understanding and that is okay. As our hair loses colour and our bones become brittle we realise there are somethings that have no other response than the unknown. Everybody as dwelled on the ‘if only’ moment they could have changed their opportunities but the answer to the unknown does not help the current situation. Take a step. One step at a time. You can either place only your toes on each stepping stone or you can take it in leaps and bounds. You are the only one who choose to let go or hold back.  

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November 28, 2013

Jimi Hendrix Psychedelic Experience.

Jimi Hendrix Psychedelic Experience.

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November 10, 2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_izvAbhExYI’m proud to say this is my housemate haha

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_izvAbhExY

I’m proud to say this is my housemate haha

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October 25, 2013
Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra - The Bed Song



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