self reflection

My roots are mysteriously deep, & I rise so high sometimes I feel what it must be like to fly. I give it all away & I am still here. Gender doesn’t know my name. Race doesn’t know from where I came. We all have the autonomous inner space, even when we’re screaming in pain. Even when we’re trying to win the (imaginary) game of mapping our own brain, as if it could ever be the same. These patterns will drive you insane. Walk an uncleared path to what is new for you. Perspective will change. Recognizing reflections on the still water of a lake, my mind creates seemingly subtle wakes. Happening across the universe, my being is all of these little waves…

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Sometimes you have to acknowledge that it’s you, you’re the dysfunctional one and you’re the one who needs to distance yourself and sort yourself out. Sometimes it’s best to apologise, wish them peace and start the journey to finding your own.

When I graduated high school, I thought I had a pretty solid idea of what I wanted to do with my life - I was going to graduate college after 4 years, get a good job, make a lot of money, see the world, and so on and so forth. Then I got to college and all I’ve been learning so far is that 18 is an awfully young age to think I know what I want to do with the rest of my life. And 18 year old me would have been so scared about not having an exact plan, but 20 year old me is pretty at peace with just taking life one day at a time.
—  January 20, 2015

who are you, anyway? - a playlist for when you’re not quite sure

01. water fountain | tune-yards // 02. the suburbs | arcade fire // 03. us | regina spektor // 04. I-35 | lucy wainwright roche // 05. youth | daughter // 06. talk | coldplay // 07. hearts like ours | the naked and famous // 08. do i wanna know? | arctic monkeys // 09. weight of living pt. 1 | bastille // 10. 17 | youth lagoon // 11. heart it races | dr. dog // 12. under the tide | chvrches // 13. hello seattle | owl city // 14. colours | grouplove // 15. blue boat home | peter mayer

Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when 10 other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person who’s always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.