Ever since I was given a second chance at life, I’ve been on a journey to find peace with exactly who and what I am. I pray everyone gets this peace within themselves. To take pride in your thoughts, your appearance, your talents, your flaws. Stop incessantly worrying that you can’t be loved as you are. #goodmorning #positivevibes #sharethelove #plur
How do you confess your love to her? To a city whose rough edges are so beautiful, whose energy gets you high and calms you down, whose people are pricks and douches and saints and angels. From the top of her, you scream #liveanddie. #losangeles #alwaysandforever #myhome
"I’ve always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I’ve worked hard at being the hero of my own life. But everytime I checked the register of displaced persons, I was still on it. I didn’t know how to belong. Longing? Yes. Belonging? No." -Jeannette Winterson
20 mins into the last day of 2013. Despite my best efforts and the exhausting day, sleep evades me. Instead, the 8736 hours of the past year flash in my head like products on a conveyor belt. What did I do that helped someone else? Were there things I regretted? Was the past year meaningful and worthy? As I stare at the flickering of the wicks of my candles, I realized that I have been feeling discontented with my successes, my life. They were not enough. Something was always missing. I guess I have been trying to find a home. My home. I think every one, at some point, will eventually walk this path. I think we are always on this journey, always searching. Always looking for that something we don’t have. That something we can see but is somehow unreachable. I think that road is not a road of longing or loneliness or sorry. It never has been. That road has always been one of our need to grow, and it never has an end. Shouldn’t. If it did, if you stopped growing, then I think that would be the end of living. Anyways, this is my reflection for the last day of 2013. Good night and I wish the best for all of you. ♥
I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.