It’s sad to think that you may never see or talk to someone again who you once considered to be one of the most important people in your life at a certain point in time. This is one of those concepts that I will never be able to understand. 

“That’s all folks”

Self sabotage by Me

You know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm that’s how I want to feel always

Chichén Itzá, Mexico. November 2017.

Enough things have happened. No more things for a while. Thank you.

reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

There's something charming about religions nowadays. They've been guiding Mankind through Ages, been a moral compass, decided conquests, wars, massacres, and now... they're dying. Mighty gods are losing their power, their kingdom. Falling in misery, abandoned by their servants. We can laugh at them, mock them, and in most parts of the world they can't fight back, just stay in silence, humiliated, taking their last breaths. Forced to reconsider their immortality.

Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.