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cleanse myself with vitamin health but I'm already gone




Jellyfish by mishanche Greek jellyfish - poached eggs

One of the best photos I’ve seen of this jellyfish!
Mediterranean jelly or Fried egg jellyfish - Cotylorhiza tuberculata (Rhizostomeae - Cepheidae)

these are so cute and jelly because they aren’t going to bite you if you’re near them they won’t do anything to you!! all they do is eat fish

Chaz on the 1s & 2s

Printed some stickers in my offset class would anyone want one ?

oh my geez yes please !!!


imagine if i never had to talk again and instead just glow and emit warmth at varying levels (between soft and harsh) and maybe sometimes float

Anonymous asked:
dear shinji, how can I learn to belong to someone else and still belong to myself? whenever I feel a tender curiosity for a boy, I am afraid that I cannot blossom in freedom, that I am not able to deeply connect with other people, and cannot love every person I meet any longer. do you believe that there is a love that does not limit or bind, but liberates? that gives you space without having to step outside of that love? do you believe it to be possible to rise in love, rather than to fall?

I replied:


baby you don’t belong to anyone but yourself. letting love in and letting love spill from you, being with another human being – once you look at all this with the eyes of sharing instead of giving away then it remains yours. then you remain yours. we need new language to talk about love, a new language that makes it less heavy, more light. less give and take. more of an even osmosis. make sure everyone knows that you’re your own before you’re anyone else’s. protect your autonomy. I don’t believe in any love that feels as if it doesn’t allow rising. we’re just heat, all of us. just heat and heart. don’t let any boy rob you of your dreams and your freedom. it’s not worth it.

Anonymous asked:
do you find it exhausting to love people the way you do? do you feel sad by the end of the day?

I replied:


i’m in tender with a lot of people, in sweet with a handful and a half, can cute around as much as i do, but i don’t love very easily. so on a day-to-day run it’s not very exhausting, but that’s primarily because i distract myself very often with little things, with small details, with textures and slight nuances and giant gulps full of air and laughter! the collection of laughter of people i love. small, soft smiles. so no, the small loves that i know here, the small loves that i have met and have known in this too-small too-large city of new york, no, it’s not exhausting. it’s liberating. i love loving the people that i love. it gives me light, dude. it gives me such immensity. but yes. yes, fine. when it comes down to it, when i have a moment to myself and let myself think about the past few months, the past few years, when i think about the geographical obstacles, the hundreds of thousands of miles that keep me from so much of my heart, when i think of all the who’s that i think of when i think of the places that i want to go, yes it hurts, but i’m only human, and when i’m alone — when i have the luxury of time to miss — boy, that’s all i do. it’s sweet and it’s repetitive, this missing business. i run loops of the same memory, of being a young child standing on the balls of my feet touching the lace of a blue dress, the hem of a wave on this sea of the woman who i could never call mama but did anyways, when i think about how so many of the people who know me best are scattered overseas and across the continent, sure it makes me sad, but i feel their love. i feel it, i do. it’s exhausting to love people that you can’t touch, that you can’t hold onto, but we do it anyways, hoping that they can feel that we love them, no matter how far apart.  and here, for the people close, always close by — love shouldn’t exhaust you. loving shouldn’t exhaust you. it should move you deeper, closer into the world. man, it makes my days so warm. to love and be loved in return, with good intentions, with warm hands. isn’t that all there is here? isn’t that all there is?


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Yue Minjun in his studio, Beijing, May 2007 by Jonathan Becker

wait i can explain
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.