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Carsten Witte - portraits
Number of decidedly unsettling portraits from Hamburg-based photographer Carsten Witte from his series Intuition (nsfw). Of the series he says:
“One main idea behind my work is the belief that everything is constantly changing but photography can preserve the moment. Beauty is almost nothing without the knowledge of how fast it will fade…”
Happiness always comes hand in hand with pain. The most beautiful realizations are also the most painful. To become happy, you must go through pain. So when does the happiness truly arrive? Never, for it is forever fleeting and difficult to achieve. It is an illusion that motivates all beings. Happiness, you’re such a tease.
All happy things, will almost always come to an end. What goes up, must come down. They say love is an exception, but I am a skeptic. I’m still looking to be proven otherwise. It’s beautiful, but so painful. It’s hard to await the demise of it all.
"Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you, who understands you even in the madness. Someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. Fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face, or with the idea of being in love."
Cutest couple :,) ima make you tumblr famous mwahaha
After talking to both of you on ze phone, it made me miss you guys sososo much 😭 i’m the luckiest little to have the best bigs in the world 😊 i love both of you and miss you dearlyyy!! My greek and rave phamily 4lyfe . We must rave together soon ❤️❤️❤️🙌 #rideordie #phamily #bigswithdrawal #spoiledchild
"We are all, everyone in this room, so fortunate."
Acknowledging privilege and finding ways to use your privilege to help others is so important.
I don’t know much about you angie, but if you can acknoweldge your privilege to acknowledge those who aren’t is an honorable act.
(Source: queen-angelina, via allisundays)
I’m losing to myself, and it’s not easy. I want to get back to being myself.. But that’s so hard. I can’t quite remember who I was. And when I do, i feel like i’m just playing my role. Who am i? What am i? Where am i?
Good Vibes here
I honestly can’t remember the things that make me happy. Help. It’s seriously beginning to be a problem.
Every single day, every time I nap or sleep I wake up panicking. I’ve been chased, sought after, tried to be killed, forced to kill, everything. I can’t do this anymore. Waking up every single day, freaking out. All of my daily stresses become tenfold in my dreams.
My sorority decides to have its annual killing fest with guest celebrities. After surviving the last round, of people killing each other and me having to carry a knife around for dear life, I decide to not participate in the last round. In this sea of terror I confide in my once friend, about everything. And she tells me to run away, and not participate. So i do, as people watch me leave. I run as fast I can away from the house, and I run onto campus through the library when I get extremely paranoid and feel like everyone is chasing after me even in the library. I run through and try to find the nearest exist but the librarian comes up to me and says you’re fined for …….. He stops me gives me a $175 fine for whatever reason, and everyone glares at me. I give no fucks, pay it, and run on. I find bryant on the way there and he calms me down. We walk through to the parking lot only to find out that the killers were out in the parking lot too. People were targeting us. A psychotic man with some beam device comes toward us and shoot us both with a light.. which apparently shortens our life span. Bryant gets hit first, and then me. I try to fight this guy, but he’s just too strong. Then he fucks up and drops some weapon that has 10x the mass of any normal object. This, I use. It looks like a block of cheese, but anyways I use it to fend this man off. A second man who keeps chasing us down with a car comes by, and we have to keep running out of the cars way to survive. Bryant disappears, and I’m left alone with the random weapon. The two crazy men come by towards me and make me squat and hold the weapon above my head as they closely observe my fear. Apparently this whole thing was just some stupid science experiment on how to observe fear.
And then I wake up scared, crying, disoriented.
I can’t do this much longer.
What a silly thing it is to think you’re no one’s ideal just because you aren’t someone’s.
Someone is going to love you with a deep and meaningful kind of love.
You are not too much.
You are not too emotional.
You are not too unstable.
You are just right.