Write one leaf about something that grows inside you.
Anxiety and doubt, the weeds of the emotional spectrum, can quickly take seed and choke out the beautiful blooms of peace and happiness which took painstaking hours of care and love to mature.
(Source: writeoneleaf)
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
—Albert Einstein
Conundrum.
There are times when honestly you are just so blunt. And other times you just couldn’t be any more vague. You are truly unbearable. The majority of my thoughts are inspired and directed by you. I have tried so many times to ignore this, and to be honest, it is only the times I do that I can have a good actual conversation with you. Yet the imagined ones are just so good sometimes… I really do hate you. You make me feel insane. Maybe I am insane. I wish I could just tell you how I feel. I wish you could just tell me. In Israel people are so fucking forward with their thoughts. It can be too much at times, but I’d rather have too much blunt reality than this labyrinth guessing game that never seems to lead to anything real.
You wouldn’t know how to handle me anyway.
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Everywhere that is reachable by man, and maybe some places that aren’t yet.
—Perpetuum Mobile
Beautiful.
my Art.
