Depressionasanaesthetic

Standing on a precipice, Wondering when to step out in faith. Staring at a crossroads, Contemplating which path my life may lead me along.

Cried my eyes out watching this film.

“Sometimes I think I’ve felt everything I’m ever gonna feel, and from here on out I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.”

Her (2013)

Passed this sign on the way to my friends' last night and had to turn around to snap a quick picture. Ended up having a conversation with the sweetest old lady about her son and living in Japan when she was younger. I'm trying to be more spontaneous. New adventures always seem to open before me when I am. Created with VSCO®

SOON 😍😍

Volkswagen Golf GTI (Mk7)

I feel cheated

No More Clichés Beautiful face That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun So do you Open your face to me as I turn the page. Enchanting smile Any man would be under your spell, Oh, beauty of a magazine. How many poems have been written to you? How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice? To your obsessive illusion To your manufactured fantasy. But today I won't make one more Cliché And write this poem to you. No, no more clichés. This poem is dedicated to those women Whose beauty is in their charm, In their intelligence, In their character, Not on their fabricated looks. This poem is to you women, That like a Shahrazade wake up Everyday with a new story to tell, A story that sings for change That hopes for battles: Battles for the love of the united flesh Battles for passions aroused by a new day Battles for the neglected rights Or just battles to survive one more night. Yes, to you women in a world of pain To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights To you, friend of my heart. From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine Rather, it will contemplate the night And its bright stars, And so, no more clichés. - Octavio Paz

how much for a gram of attention