One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly.
Today was the first day of ten days. I added this to my daily yoga routine. I made the schedule on Saturday. I had to start Sunday morning, the next day. It ends on the 29th of July.
I am a little sick of the way I look. Not because of what others think or anything. Seriously, that’s highly…
Nah, pretty sure it feels more like being handcuffed to a radiator in a house that’s about to be demolished ;p
Pinched this from http://www.thejealouscurator.com/blog/category/book/
Beautiful tree tattoos. (sources unknown).
update 2: The lady in the middle on the third row is the very beautiful wanderingeast.
I really really wanna tree tattoo :-)
Hi, my name’s Philippe. I’m simply aware of the fallibility of memory, that’s to say our own retrieval & storage paths for memories are flawed. So I aim to archive beautiful moments, so I can access them years on. As without them, maybe they’d be lost forever. I despise posed shots, candid & natural are my favourite. Best hobby ever.