Being Touristy In Your Own City Is A Different Kind Of Happiness.

On World Photography day here are few of my most favourite pictures that i have clicked 💛

I wish

I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation. I’d write myself into nervouse breakdowns, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I’d write about you a lot more than I should.

Benedict Smith; “I Wish I Wrote the Way I Thought”

He is so much like me, talking to him is like talking to myself, looking into his eyes is just like looking into the mirror.

-Anneshwa

I find beauty in melancholy. Is it problematic?

Make 2021 the year where you save yourself.

You need to make yourself a priority. you should care about others but you don't need to risk your sanity for that.

You need to be away from people who expect but don't care about your expectations and needs.

Make 2021 about you, and I don't wanna sound selfish but you can't really honestly care about anyone if cannot keep yourself sane and alive.

Question everything, talk, communicate, and see if there's any reciprocation.

Have compassion for others, but first for yourself.

Living with yourself, knowing yourself, accepting your flaws will bring you closer to yourself, no kidding that shit is hard, omg so hard.

But you gotta LIVE for YOURSELF.

LIFE IS SUPER SHORT.

people are dying, people are dying without getting to do their favourite thing, without saying goodbye, without even checking the boxes in their bucket list.

So please talk, learn, communicate, live, love.

Today i am a bit closer to myself,

i save myself everyday and for that i am proud.

Things I need. (1/∞) 💭💫

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Hieu Minh Nguyen, from This Way to The Sugar: Poems; "My First"

[Text ID: I won't tell you how I survived the wreckage. / This story doesn't leave the ocean floor.]

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“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”

-Van Gogh

When you touched me & cut me deep with your stare. My eyes bled merging into my lips. The flower of desparation bloomed and i called it LOVE.

-Anneshwa ✨