I Went To The Beach Yesterday, It Was Fun.

I went to the beach yesterday, it was fun.
It took me three different busses, a boat and a 6km walk to get there, but i guess it was worth it ❤️
I like that picture. It’s blurry but kinda pretty. That blurry picture is what most of us are I think..
We make it look like we’re happy, we’re all perfect.. but really on the inside we’re trying to make it past each day without breaking apart.. and that’s okay.. being a blurry picture of a happy life is okay.. it’s okay not to feel okay.. we don’t need to be perfect, we don’t need to have it all together... it takes time, but sooner or later we will become a 4K picture of being content.
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I wish it were enough to just exist, to just be alive..

Have you read Murakami's Norwegian wood ?
I've only just started and I already feel at home.
When Naoko talked about our inability to accept our deformities, for a moment I almost forgot that I was reading someone else's words.
It felt too personal. If I'd known how to express myself, that's how I would've done it.
Naoko's fears regarding whether or not the outside world will accept their deformities- I couldn't help wonder whether we were all hiding from ourselves..
Each of us, hide parts of ourselves from others- even from our closest friends, because deep down WE are afraid of how they'll see us.
Parts of ourselves WE feel are wrong, deformed, things that do not conform to the
normal archetype.
I think Deep down, we just want to be accepted by ourselves.



So out of place..

I was meant for the black and white movies.
This age is too much for me..
I was made for a time when horses and corsets were commonplace..
I was meant for chatting in coffee houses and book dates to books stores
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for innovations
Electricity? I love it
Mobiles? So efficient
But I really can’t help but yearn
for a time that can’t possibly return
A time of blossoms and greenness, lovely dresses and exquisite balls, of letters and of love that were true.
If I'd known that I'd grow up and some day want to draw a tardis on my hostel room wall, I would have learned how to draw a very long time ago 😂 nevertheless, here's my tardis ❤
