know thyself,
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I quit college and I haven't left the house in about two months, maybe more. I don't really know why I'm telling you this, but I think you could help in some crazy way. A few words of advise? This is weird I'm not even sure I'm going to ask you this haha. Do I put it on anon or not? um ok. I feel weird Himanshu.. like something's wrong but I don't know what. Or you know that feeling you get when you're late for something important and you know you've screwed up. Yea that feeling, but constantly.
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nehrujackets:

I was hoping you were going to give me advice. Im about to move back to New York after 5 months with no money and what feels like no friends back home. Im going to live at home w my family in the suburbs. I dont have a credit card, an atm card, a phone, a laptop, a driver’s license. I don’t know. Ive been working hard, motivated, performing but ive been away in Asia where im constantly inspired. Ive left my vices back home. But im going back.

Maybe sometimes im too honest on social media. I read message boards where people are like “he’s an addict” “he went to wesleyan why is he broke” “he was begging for money”. But then I get on tumblr and a lot of the things people say to me make me want to continue to be open because people can relate. People can relate to being lonely, depressed, heartbroken, anxious, broke, self-destructive, to fear, to vices, to each other.

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humansofnewyork:

"One day a crazy looking homeless guy came to the door, and we were about to close the door on him, but my mother saw him and shouted: ‘Hey Eugene!’ She knew his name! Then she ran around the kitchen putting all sorts of food into tupperware, and brought it out to him. After he left, we asked my mom why she gave him so much food. She told us: ‘You never know how Jesus is going to look when he shows up.’ She was always saying that— it was a spiritual thing. Then you know what happened? Two months later, that same man showed up on the door step, clean shaven, and wearing a suit. And he had an envelope with money for my mother. ‘Ms. Rosa always believed in me,’ he said. I’ll never forget it! Eugene was his name."

I am such a sucker for these stories.

humansofnewyork:

"One day a crazy looking homeless guy came to the door, and we were about to close the door on him, but my mother saw him and shouted: ‘Hey Eugene!’ She knew his name! Then she ran around the kitchen putting all sorts of food into tupperware, and brought it out to him. After he left, we asked my mom why she gave him so much food. She told us: ‘You never know how Jesus is going to look when he shows up.’ She was always saying that— it was a spiritual thing. Then you know what happened? Two months later, that same man showed up on the door step, clean shaven, and wearing a suit. And he had an envelope with money for my mother. ‘Ms. Rosa always believed in me,’ he said. I’ll never forget it! Eugene was his name."

I am such a sucker for these stories.

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iheartmyart:

Sachin Teng
30 Day Challenge // Day 24 // Something That Represents our Favorite Culture
I’m Buddhist and I’ve always loved the imagery even before I was. The wrathful deities from Tibetan and Mahayana art always fascinated me as a kid. They were like transformations the gods took on in battle. Like a monster magical girl I guess. His is name is Mahakala. Power Prism Make Up.

iheartmyart:

Sachin Teng

30 Day Challenge // Day 24 // Something That Represents our Favorite Culture

I’m Buddhist and I’ve always loved the imagery even before I was. The wrathful deities from Tibetan and Mahayana art always fascinated me as a kid. They were like transformations the gods took on in battle. Like a monster magical girl I guess. His is name is Mahakala. Power Prism Make Up.

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A good movie adds value to the music by way of ideas—the discovery of something in the music that wouldn’t be apparent upon listening, or the use of it in a cinematic idea that’s worthy of the composition. Weak movies, such as ‘Nymphomaniac,’ are the tofu to the sauce of the music; Franck’s Sonata gives much to the movie, which, in turn, returns nothing, adds nothing, reveals nothing. By Richard Brody on music ruined by movies: http://nyr.kr/1jxG3ZC (via newyorker)