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These are photos I find really beautiful.

Beauty is such a weird, subjective thing. It's actually completely fabricated - it's not even real. The reality of beauty is one we create ourselves. We have the ability to submit to how society defines it, or we can establish our own definition of beauty.

Doing that latter can be so difficult though. It's interesting to study what is and is not considered beautiful. Why is this prettier? Why is this uglier? Where has this standard come from?

Beauty, in actuality, is an inbred stigma. In times of African slavery in America, light skinned slaves were allowed in the house because they were believed to be more intelligent, more relatable, and ultimately more white. There are stigmas attached to beauty, or were stigmas attached to beauty/what was considered to be beautiful. It's sick, but it influences where we as teens are now. Where we as humanity are now. Stigmas define beauty, and beauty projects these stigmas. It's interesting that now, those who are beautiful are often considered less intelligent. Where do these stigmas come from? Why do we equate so much to physical beauty? Why can't beauty be the weird and the ugly?

These photos below are ones I love. I don't feel like explaining why.

visionary

Wow.
I really haven't posted in a while.

In a way I'm glad I've taken a moment to step back from this internet journal and indulge in living life without a constant need to urgently document what I fear I will forget.

I recently had a conversation with a girl on tumblr, and our conversation turned introspective and I feel an earthly calmness and nirvana overtaking my conscience as I reflect on what we talked about. It's a weird feeling of piece and reflective eloquence. It's like my tongue is buzzing and vibrating softly, purring. It's weird, but comforting. Weird. Everything is weird.

My thoughts on vision:

it's insane when you begin to realize how many people have seen the sites you've seen, created memories with these sites based around their own experiences, and yet you realize that their memories and their vision of these sites is completely different from yours even if they viewed it from the same angle as you. vision and site are so intriguing because it's completely individual. it's almost an autonomous experience, the ability to see, because you have complete jurisdiction over what you choose to take away from the image in front of you. eyes are incredible because they're like mirrors and windows; we're outside the glass, and we're the only ones who get to determine what's inside the house. it's fascinating. 

All these photos are from tumblr. Sources have been lost at sea like stolen treasure destined to sink to the sandy floor never to be seen again. The third to the bottom is Picasso's. Pure genius.