snowflakes are people

It's sad, because I've only recently realized that every single human is unique and special. I've only just come to the realization that all people are different; nobody is the same as another, nobody is the same at all. It's quite sad that it's taken me this long to really appreciate the individuality of every single person in society. For a long, long time I've always clustered the "mainstream kids" into a conformist category, which is wrong. I disagree with conforming, but to me it's such a complicated topic. Like, when and when aren't you conforming? I guess it's mainly just an issue of altering yourself in order to be accepted into a singular clique or group or stereotype to the point where you aren't really being your true, authentic self. But at the same time change is good, and nobody should be afraid to change.

I'm really glad that I'm now able to appreciate the individuality of all people. I like noticing the way people's faces crinkle up when they laugh, how they stand, how they walk... everything. Not in a creepy way, but just in a way that like.... it's cool to notice the little, tiny, miniscule things people do that make them different from everyone else. The details about people are the things that make them fascinating. I guess sometimes it's easy to overlook these little details, but I think they deserve to be noticed and appreciated. 

“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

-Clemence Poesy

“you are flowers in my stomach

cutting me open nightly, blooming through 
the cracks of the ribs
i only want to be the sun for you.

-Elke River

perfect life. this is like the midnight diner excursion i plan to go on with my friends soon.

amazing amazing love love love love love

so incredible.

perfect life! music, guitar, pretty clothes.

i wanna find this place

beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful

perfect journey

swampy wonders

magical fantastical

this needs to be my wallpaper

love love love

so simple and pretty

These are some of my favorite photos of all time. UGHHH I literally love them so much you don't even understand. I'm going to print them all out and cover my walls in them. I'm going to go watch a Stonehenge documentary now via youtube <3 enjoy winter

psychedelic moods

FINALS ARE OVER I'M A FREE WOMAN. I feel as though I've just been granted the right to vote. Wow. This is just the epitome of freedom guys.

I currently have four zits. Whatever. I don't like wearing foundation it's the equivalent of wearing a mask to me. It makes me feel weird. I feel like zits are the same thing as underwear lines. Everyone tries to hide them even though it's something everyone universally shares. I don't care if my underwear line is showing... it's not like it's shocking or surprising I'm wearing underwear. I'm pretty sure most of the world does too.

“I could not become anything; neither good nor bad; neither a scoundrel nor an honest man; neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.”

—	Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

I am getting so restless with life. These people came to give a talk at my health class a few weeks ago. They gave us a survey thing to fill out. We basically checked boxes and at the end we were categorized into varying elements. I was a fire. That means I am energetic, feisty, loud, outspoken, adventurous, etc. I definitely identify as those things but I can also be very quiet and introverted. I'm actually really introverted about how I feel, but I guess that's to compensate for being so extroverted about everything else. I actually really disliked how these two women came in and started telling me and my classmates who we were and what element we fell under. They didn't know us, they didn't know the experiences we'd been through or anything. I just felt it was incredibly rude and abrasive of them to start telling us who we were, especially since we're still figuring it out ourselves. 

I am just craving adventure and experience and excitement. I've been so swamped with school so I can actually have a future, but it's just frustrating that I don't always have the time to just have fun and go do the things I wanna do. Like go sit on a roof all night and look at the stars. Just simple things like that...

This photo symbolizes a never-ending road of adventure and experience I plan to discover and venture through at some point in my life. It'll be a jungle, with vines and leaves and wild animals, and it'll be perfect.

I like these pictures.