On The Road

  
  
     

I think things are beautiful when you don’t plan them, and you don’t have any expectations, and you’re not trying to get somewhere in particular. Caused all expectations are painful, expectation is only the root of all heartache. 

Free

“No, I am not. I’m weak. And that’s why I pretend to be tough. If I let myself be weak, inside of myself, there’d be nothing left of me after a while. I think people shouldn’t be too easy on themselves. I need to be tough on myself because I’m weak, that’s all.” – Momoko Ryugasaki (Novala Takemoto), Kamikaze Girls 

And the thing is there’s something comforting in the fact that nothing’s really permanent. that no matter what i’m going through, who i am, what i think, what’s happening around me, it can always change. maybe good times don’t last, but at least bad times don’t last either. maybe i’m unsatisfied with who i am, but i’m not stuck that way. 

Fall

Snowy London, I miss you

 

Blue.

 

Saturday, Spent at the Market

undo

 

Everything has a beginning and an end. Life is just a cycle of starts and stops. There are ends we don’t desire, but they’re inevitable, we have to face them. I know that each and every one of you have felt, at one point, like you couldn’t go on. But then you found hope. There’s always some way to find hope. Remember that. It’s just a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes, it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes, you find yourself becoming stronger as a result, wiser, better equipped to deal with the next big disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always.

 

The Scent of Shadows

larmes de lavande

It’s necessary to transform pain into art. To give form to suffering.
Even if it’s just a common “wringing one’s hands in despair”. This
is also a convention of pain. Without convention there is no art.
At the same time it’s humiliating not to be able to speak
directly, to scream, to weep. It’s not enough.

Sakura Spring Kiss