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Hummingbird found shelter in the rain - Author: HaloWhimsyy

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Magic colors

National Park Torres del Paine, Patagonia Chilena.

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Mary Oliver, "From The Book of Time." Devotions

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Who am I? I don’t even know anymore. Did I ever? No matter how many years tick by, this is the same situation, repeating itself— over and over and over and over and shall I go on? I revisit this question repeatedly, meticulously, methodically. And yet I still have no solid answer; other than nothing in life is concrete. That’s the unfortunate situation we keep putting ourselves, as humans, through over and over again. As if the answer will come to us, as if the truth will be revealed beyond what we already know. To which, is nothing. Not a damn thing, other than everything in life is liquid. How you feel, the way you express it and the way life reverberates around each and everyone of us without a second thought toward it. The big question. Who are we and what are we doing on this planet? Why is it that my brain, attacks myself on a daily basis? Why is it that my own self, attacks oneself, tortures myself and makes me want to not be around anymore. Around. Being around the same place for so many years will get to you, but only if you let it. And I let a lot of things get to me that shouldn’t. A lot of control issues you see, a lot of business happening to and around me and yet I feel as if I’m standing on the outside watching. I haven’t felt in tune with myself in—ever? Can’t recall. I can’t recall anything. It’s like, if it’s not happening right now, it doesn’t matter. Ultimately, nothing actually matters because if it did, a lot more people would be as upset as I am all the time. Because I take it all to heart, I take it all in and it hurts because I make myself bleed. It’s an unconscious effort against one’s soul, to always be waiting, watching and wondering when the next time someone’s going to DO anyging. Why do I care so much about anything anyone is doing? Why am I so distracted? Why can’t I focus and why am I drifting away into other worlds so often? Am I unhappy? Is this just 30? Remember when I typed such vividly similar words at the ages of 19, 21, 24-28 and now ongoing at 29 and in a few months, 30?!? This is why I love tumblr so much because I can be exactly as I see myself as. A fly on the wall, with so much to say, and never enough attention span to get through it so I share my feelings through images, song and dance. I am a creative, and I always have been and ever since I tapped into my creative side and let myself become who I am today, ((a small town circus with few acts (but always learning more)) I want no part in a Corp job. I don’t want to play along and make nice with people I don’t like. I can fully understand why some people chose to live lives their fully in love with, because they gave up on “having it all” because all they ever could need is right in front of them, or, more importantly capable of being handled by said persons own self. They create their own happiness, and that doesn’t include financial well beings. Sometimes, I do question why I was so desperate to own a home, when my home has so many sacrifices in order to get a roof over my head. In this economy, I wasn’t able to afford having a garage, nor any vaulted ceiling, nor a second story and let’s not forget, over an acre of land. Oh god and my pole barn, how I wanted a pole barn so fucking badly… but in life, we sacrifice, we settle, we make the best of what we have. But somedays, I feel as if there’s a joke being played on us middle class folks. We work so hard, everyone I know has a side hustle and we’re still barely making it. We settle, we hustle, we make the best of all we have. And while what I have might be a thousand times richer than the next person, it’s also million times lesser than a wealthy person, making money, but so damn clueless to the world around them. Or so we think, but it goes back to that golden question, of who am I? And why does any of that shit matter, and what does you and your life have to do with mine? Simple: the human experience is a culmination of so many pieces, one cannot manage to figure it out in a single lifetime. Therefore, we are all confused.

Indeed. We are all confused, my friend.

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“For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.” ― Aleister Crowley, The Book of the Law

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A portal for transformation.

You can have it all.Ink Flower Garden

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This is phenomenal

"The true self is the meaning of the True Will: know thyself through Thy Way. Calculate well the formula of Thy Way. Create freely, absorb joyously, divide intently, consolidate completely.

Wake Thou omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent in and for Eternity" --Aleister Crowley

I The Juggler (The Magician) Talon Abraxas

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Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)

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Summer moments

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It gets like this once the swallows fly south. September 2021.

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Omfg remember when lots of things looked like this?! Ughhhh the coolest of the cool

Ricoh LX-22s 

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I would also enjoy being here right about now… ✌🏼