London 1926 (x)
drowned, but shining
“The Paradox of Our Age
We have bigger houses but smaller families;more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense;
more knowledge but less judgement;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicines but less healthiness.
We have been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We built more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
We have become long on quantity,
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods but slow digestion;
Tall men but short characters;
Steep profits but shallow relationships.
It’s a time when there is much in the window
But nothing in the room.
”
The XIVth Dalai Lama (via fuckingdrewsley)
ingrained in yesterday
the scary thing about being 20 is feeling old. here’s to approximately 50-60 years more of feeling old and reminiscing about “when we were young”.
a small worm is eating its way around the emotions inside of me. sometimes I feel the grasp of a memory slipping, and I try to reconstruct it but it becomes colored by my anger, my sadness, my loneliness that i don’t recognize my life anymore.
