Fiounulla - Stop Making Sense

this year changed me. like who am i

trying this new thing where I make my decisions based on “common sense” and not my prophetic visions & omens

“ooooohhh” i say as i still dont understand

“There is a sadness to the ecstasy. Beautiful things sometimes can make us a little sad, and it is because what they hint at is the exception, a vision of something more, a vision of a hidden door, a rabbit hole to fall through but a temporary one and I think that ultimately that is kind of a tragedy. That is why love simultaneously fills us with melancholy. So that’s why sometimes I feel nostalgic over something I haven’t lost yet, because I see its transience.”

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Jason Silva (via tryppi)

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pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills  instead of being seen as behaviors

so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

ive tried opening my mouth and saying words before nd ive gotta say. im not a fan

“When we held hands, it felt different. The warmth washed away all my worries.”

how can you even be a woman without going absolutely batshit insane