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krishhhtine:

Bokeh is what I see without my glasses on. I was told by the optometrist not to get contacts because my eye muscles are strained. My eyesight is horrible and yet I refuse to wear it in public unless I am in class or I am home (or desperate enough to read the menu a couple of feet away from me, haha). My point is—sometimes you don’t have to see clearly to appreciate the beauty of something or even someone. Good night, lovely people.

This actually made me think.

krishhhtine:

Bokeh is what I see without my glasses on. I was told by the optometrist not to get contacts because my eye muscles are strained. My eyesight is horrible and yet I refuse to wear it in public unless I am in class or I am home (or desperate enough to read the menu a couple of feet away from me, haha). My point is—sometimes you don’t have to see clearly to appreciate the beauty of something or even someone. Good night, lovely people.

This actually made me think.







That was the most vivid memory on the last day of summer class. ‘-‘



What did it signify, the gaze she turned on me then? Too intense for our surroundings , it might have reflected the frightful exhilaration of a night ride whose hammering rhythms  seemed still to echo in the air around us, yet it was focused on me, and on me alone, with a directness bordering indelicacy. Recognition, was it? Accusation? Desire? For an instant that seemed an age I was transfixed, held like an insect on a pin; then she turned abruptly away and let me fall.

What did it signify, the gaze she turned on me then? Too intense for our surroundings , it might have reflected the frightful exhilaration of a night ride whose hammering rhythms seemed still to echo in the air around us, yet it was focused on me, and on me alone, with a directness bordering indelicacy. Recognition, was it? Accusation? Desire? For an instant that seemed an age I was transfixed, held like an insect on a pin; then she turned abruptly away and let me fall.

(via pseudoperfection)



There is no bloody way I am sleeping on that bed.



You probably have horseback rides, or lazy days just sitting on your ass playing computer games or gleefully playing hide and seek with friends as your childhood memories. Mine includes weeping like a maniac while cleaning the house. If I clean a part of it there’s always another part that needs cleaning and another. I weep because I realized I don’t have enough time and energy to clean everything. To change. If I can’t change this house how can I fucking change the world. I’m obsessive compulsive. Hence the insatiable urge to organize everything. But thank God, reaching your 30s makes you a little indifferent. I know you’ll disagree. But you’ll get weary growing up. Your experience will give room for self preservation. You’ll learn to care less, or better put, you’ll learn to choose what to care. Was it in the film Savages? You don’t change the world, it changes you.

I love adventures. I love seeing new places. I used to think that I love trying new things until one fateful afternoon when I refused to eat another weird street food and the Chinese girlfriend, on the zenith of tears and frustration said “That’s it. I am done. You don’t like trying new things. That’s the last time I will let you try eating blah blah blah” It’s kind of unfair when she said that because she was generalizing. I insinuated that my refusal in trying “new things” is supposed to be “new food” but then I shut my mouth. Girls don’t listen when they’re not in the mood to. Maybe, I am generalizing too.





Shhhh, we are not actually allowed to post pictures of our students actually reasons why you cannot see any post related to my work I might as well delete it right away but I find this shot nice I am so stupid I am in the frame oh heavens where are my panctuations this is already a run on sentence asdfghjkl

Shhhh, we are not actually allowed to post pictures of our students actually reasons why you cannot see any post related to my work I might as well delete it right away but I find this shot nice I am so stupid I am in the frame oh heavens where are my panctuations this is already a run on sentence asdfghjkl





“people are not TV, you are not paying to get what you want. if someone is using Tumblr as a creative outlet, they are not doing it for you. your entertainment and hyper-specific standards of excellence aren’t priorities to anyone but you. you’re dealing with an actual human being who is changing and growing every second of every day and they don’t owe you shit. the trajectory of their posts is in no way an adapting mirror of your interests and if that’s how you honestly look at other people you are setting yourself up to be told to fuck in the direction of off. so, don’t.”

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(via mortalhusk)







Half the time I don’t really know what I’m eating here but I like them anyway.