She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
|—||Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via imbruk)|
Long Exposure of an Airliner Lifting Off
Karma by Do Ho-Suh at New Orleans Sculpture Art Museum.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” - Frida Kahlo
My goals at 17 years old: none
Light Yagami’s goals at 17 years old: become a God
I take my hedgehog grocery shopping, and no one tells me to stop.