Flower ,Irving Penn


kitchen scenes (yossy arefi) by yossy arefi on Flickr.

"When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road."

— William Least Heat-Moon (via psych-facts)
"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."

— Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Bone Burying”


I literally just did this oops.

Finding myself at a strange standstill. I believe I’ve reached a point where I’ve grown tired of the things that I thought I would never tire of. I am questioning the choices I make so often, even those of which I have come to recognize as routine. I keep checking myself for stranger things I never noticed were there and want to change but at the same time do not want to. I’m confused and I am trying to figure myself out. God forbid I ever do a little soul searching every now and then. I can’t help but feel like I’m crazy for considering, but I really want to change. For me. I’m going back to the path of selfishness—not that I ever stopped doing so—and striving to achieve the better side of myself that I’m pretty sure I am completely capable of achieving. I don’t know, I just want to find myself in all this insanity.