life to remember

every so often i wonder that if phil actually got accepted onto big brother, would he have been the housemate that got into a romance/showmance, would he have been the quiet but loveable housemate that the public falls in love with from day one, would he be the funloving housemate who gets along with everyone, would he pretend to be someone he’s not to get more airtime…… think about it, it’s fun

doodled a human orisa idea and efi as a lil’ warmup!! i know this is gonna be a popular thing to draw but i wanted to give it my shot!

You don’t need anybody else’s approval but your own.

You don’t need an entire army of supporters standing underneath your feet.

You don’t need a million more dollars in the bank.

You have exactly what you need, and you have it all right now.
So take a breath, and go for it.

—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
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I said no to Marion Guthrie’s plan despite having no alternative and at the risk of losing the entire endeavor because I refuse to situate a man in a position where he might interfere one day with my ability to repair things with you.

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fond.

i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later. 

I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favorite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.