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“You wrote down all these things to say goodbye to. But so many of them are good things. Why not just say goodbye to the bad things? Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost. To all the times that was a ‘no’ instead of a ‘yes’. To all the scrapes and bruises. To all the heartache. Say goodbye to everything you really want to do for the last time.”

You wrote down all these things to say goodbye to. But so many of them are good things. Why not just say goodbye to the bad things? Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost. To all the times that was a ‘no’ instead of a ‘yes’. To all the scrapes and bruises. To all the heartache. Say goodbye to everything you really want to do for the last time.

— 1 month ago with 2 notes
#himym  #photography  #olga onischenko  #say goodbye 




“In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I’m aware of this danger - probably through experience - and that’s why I’ve had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction.”
- What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I’m aware of this danger - probably through experience - and that’s why I’ve had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction.

- What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami

— 1 month ago with 3 notes
#book  #inspiration  #free people  #photography  #life 
Maybe sometimes we move too fast with our lives, bump into the other without stopping for a moment to apologize, take advantages of each other as long as our goals are met and our needs are fulfilled, then walk away as the season is over. We are careless. We want to have fun. We hurt each other without realizing that in the end we would perhaps end up hurting ourselves.

You and I are caught up in this world of oblivion, empty talks, lousy hours trying to present ourselves to the world that wouldn’t give a damn about who we really are.

So what are we doing here? What is this all about? How ironic we are.

Maybe sometimes we move too fast with our lives, bump into the other without stopping for a moment to apologize, take advantages of each other as long as our goals are met and our needs are fulfilled, then walk away as the season is over. We are careless. We want to have fun. We hurt each other without realizing that in the end we would perhaps end up hurting ourselves.

You and I are caught up in this world of oblivion, empty talks, lousy hours trying to present ourselves to the world that wouldn’t give a damn about who we really are.

So what are we doing here? What is this all about? How ironic we are.

— 2 months ago with 3 notes
#writing  #where is the love  #photography 
Even after 4 roller-coaster rides why didn’t my heart drop at the same speed as it does when I am with you?

Even after 4 roller-coaster rides why didn’t my heart drop at the same speed as it does when I am with you?

— 2 months ago
#writing  #rollercoaster  #photography 
'I've really learned you don't have to fit in. No matter where you go, you're always going to be you and if they don't like you for who you are, then what's the point or being someone esle?'

My 22nd birthday is going to expire in 8 hours 25 minutes and all I have experienced during the day was insomina, discourage and disappoinment. But as Bukowski said - what matters most is how well you walk through the fire - I am going to make the remains of today great even if I am all alone scratching papers in a tiny cafe, because you can’t expect anyone to bring you happiness if you can’t even make yourself happy. 

And I will fly higher and run wilder as the years go by.

'I've really learned you don't have to fit in. No matter where you go, you're always going to be you and if they don't like you for who you are, then what's the point or being someone esle?'

My 22nd birthday is going to expire in 8 hours 25 minutes and all I have experienced during the day was insomina, discourage and disappoinment. But as Bukowski said - what matters most is how well you walk through the fire - I am going to make the remains of today great even if I am all alone scratching papers in a tiny cafe, because you can’t expect anyone to bring you happiness if you can’t even make yourself happy.

And I will fly higher and run wilder as the years go by.

— 3 months ago with 2 notes
#writing  #inspiration  #photography  #happy birthday 


A few notes before the year of 2013 walks away – forever.

Ever since I came back home for the holiday, my mind has been occupied with the thoughts of you - how you have changed, how you no longer look at me the way you used to this summer, how you ignore my words, texts or random phone calls, how you give up on the future that might hold something dear and precious for both of us.

I find myself wandering on streets which I can’t even recall the names, unfamiliar faces, lousy traffic lights, cafés full of smokes and cursing words, and the air so concentrated I am afraid I could fall anytime. My day starts with empty noise in my head and ends with the same chaos that does not seem to ever leave me alone.

Witnessing and experiencing the change in our love and friendship take out a piece of my heart every single day and no matter how hard I try, there’s never anything that can fix it.

According to my own diagnosis, the kind of disease I am fighting is the numbness. When you eat something very hot and spicy, you know the way to fix it, to either leave it for time or drink a gallon of water. But when you are numb, everything you put in your mouth is tasteless and you can’t seem to find a way to fix it. You can have plenty of ways or no way at all. This is the tricky part of this disease. Before when I looked at you, I felt this excruciating pain and excitement, but now all I feel is a hollow emptiness. Many parts of me are trying to create a recipe/a medicine that can give me some taste again.

Thus, all I ask for in 2014 is to give me back my emotions, my feelings, anything - the pain, the joy, the despair, the hope, the loneliness, the freedom, the faith, so that I would no longer look like a haunted corpse walking around aimlessly looking for something she doesn’t even know she has lost.

And for you, all I want is to know that you are laughing.

A few notes before the year of 2013 walks away – forever.

Ever since I came back home for the holiday, my mind has been occupied with the thoughts of you - how you have changed, how you no longer look at me the way you used to this summer, how you ignore my words, texts or random phone calls, how you give up on the future that might hold something dear and precious for both of us.

I find myself wandering on streets which I can’t even recall the names, unfamiliar faces, lousy traffic lights, cafés full of smokes and cursing words, and the air so concentrated I am afraid I could fall anytime. My day starts with empty noise in my head and ends with the same chaos that does not seem to ever leave me alone.

Witnessing and experiencing the change in our love and friendship take out a piece of my heart every single day and no matter how hard I try, there’s never anything that can fix it.

According to my own diagnosis, the kind of disease I am fighting is the numbness. When you eat something very hot and spicy, you know the way to fix it, to either leave it for time or drink a gallon of water. But when you are numb, everything you put in your mouth is tasteless and you can’t seem to find a way to fix it. You can have plenty of ways or no way at all. This is the tricky part of this disease. Before when I looked at you, I felt this excruciating pain and excitement, but now all I feel is a hollow emptiness. Many parts of me are trying to create a recipe/a medicine that can give me some taste again.

Thus, all I ask for in 2014 is to give me back my emotions, my feelings, anything - the pain, the joy, the despair, the hope, the loneliness, the freedom, the faith, so that I would no longer look like a haunted corpse walking around aimlessly looking for something she doesn’t even know she has lost.

And for you, all I want is to know that you are laughing.

— 3 months ago
#writing  #photography  #hanoi  #before the clock strikes midnight 




So I booked my flight ticket today. Funny how I realized I had a smile on my face, a smile that only the excitement of travel and the exquisite feeling of bare feet wandering in a foreign land could ignite. Days of being fickle and inconsistent about finding a place I want to say farewell to the year of 2013 have worn me out. I could go anywhere but where would I go? The paradox of choice usually leads to poorer decision, creates this undesirable anxiety and in fact, makes me wonder whether the destination really matters at all.
So every time I face a mental crisis, I wait. I know there is no right moment and sometimes waiting is pointless as time always runs short in life. But I believe there will be a moment, which can be affected by almost anything; a moment that might not be right, but is better than the rest; a moment I know for certain that if I let it slip by, I would not be able to reach ‘the one’ decision that I want; a moment I smile and say “this is it!” 
It’s amazing how easily life flows sometimes. An ordinary day like this warms my heart.

So I booked my flight ticket today. Funny how I realized I had a smile on my face, a smile that only the excitement of travel and the exquisite feeling of bare feet wandering in a foreign land could ignite. Days of being fickle and inconsistent about finding a place I want to say farewell to the year of 2013 have worn me out. I could go anywhere but where would I go? The paradox of choice usually leads to poorer decision, creates this undesirable anxiety and in fact, makes me wonder whether the destination really matters at all.

So every time I face a mental crisis, I wait. I know there is no right moment and sometimes waiting is pointless as time always runs short in life. But I believe there will be a moment, which can be affected by almost anything; a moment that might not be right, but is better than the rest; a moment I know for certain that if I let it slip by, I would not be able to reach ‘the one’ decision that I want; a moment I smile and say “this is it!” 

It’s amazing how easily life flows sometimes. An ordinary day like this warms my heart.

— 4 months ago with 2 notes
#writing  #sea of shoes  #photography  #life 
I realized my mistake, that was to let him see the very vulnerable parts of me, let him touch them, examine them, even manipulate them, so in the end all he did was crush them into dust and blow them in the thin air, as if they never existed. 
Then he slipped away, like water. Quietly, carelessly, brutally.

I realized my mistake, that was to let him see the very vulnerable parts of me, let him touch them, examine them, even manipulate them, so in the end all he did was crush them into dust and blow them in the thin air, as if they never existed.

Then he slipped away, like water. Quietly, carelessly, brutally.

— 5 months ago with 4 notes
#writing  #photography  #free people  #this too shall pass 

In the whole wind of change, I know nothing lasts forever. September ended, whether I woke up or not. November passed, with or without the rain. Still, I hope, that when our love and friendship change, it will still be love and friendship.

- today20

— 5 months ago with 2 notes
#inspiration  #photography  #Fall  #love 
If I sat here all day, would I be able to give birth to some decent writing?
Just a thought that flew through my mind when I entered the charming coffee place that once inspired the mother of Harry Potter. But honestly, I could sit and stare all day into that distant sky, that haziness clouding over the castle, thinking something magical surely does happen in life. 

If I sat here all day, would I be able to give birth to some decent writing?

Just a thought that flew through my mind when I entered the charming coffee place that once inspired the mother of Harry Potter. But honestly, I could sit and stare all day into that distant sky, that haziness clouding over the castle, thinking something magical surely does happen in life. 

— 5 months ago with 3 notes
#travel  #writing  #the elephant house  #photography  #edinburgh