In my next life I want to be a leaf bug.
GPOY - Samaipata #graffiti
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Entrance to the farm
It’s a good thing this guy is here, or I wouldn’t like anyone in this hostel.
"It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours."
(via hedgehoglife)
(Source: sonneillonv, via mutedheartbeats)
You give me a time and a place. I give you a five minute window.
Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours.
No matter what.
Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own.
Do you understand?
Good.
(Source: crazycatslovers, via minimalistic-view)
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Ladies and gents, I have achieved level Mohawk
I wrote a shitty poem on my study break.
Sometimes I think about how happy I’d be
If I had never come to university.
I would work up north, amidst all the oil,
and find pleasure in the wage
I would receive for my toil.
My aspirations would not be complex:
I’d want to buy a house,
to fill with objects.
I would need a wife
who could enjoy the suburbs with me
We’d live a ‘normal’ life.
Oh, how happy I’d be.
All attainable goals, not hard to achieve,
The life may sound dull,
oh, but I would believe.
Believe in a God
who would send me rewards
for a lifetime commitment
of leaving my soul unexplored.
Believe that I was not ignorant, racist, or rude,
but confident that MY opinions
were the only way that life could be viewed.
I would not believe
in the value of art,
in the power of poems,
or in the first truth of Descartes.
Nor would I see the beauty
that nature offers each day,
but thats not so bad I suppose,
it all sounds a bit gay.
But I made my choice
to get a useless degree
and now this lifestyle of bliss
is not availible to me.
Now I have an education,
but no career I’m afraid.
People keep pointing out,
what a mistake I have made.
Yes, looking back on it all,
I can easily see,
how four years of arts
was not the best choice for me.
