wandercrust

stagnant stale air chokes the soul greyish mould slightly not content till too old fucking sell outs are now sold stupid life cycles repeat ten fold

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金魚街

tbh i teared up a little bit when i saw the little fishes with artificial neon colours\ they dont even look attractive like that why would you do that? who even buys that?

i am a sandy shore every breaking wave that reaches and recede Is another fear,  that teases me, that engulfs me.

one day the shore will flood. and i will wash away

I'm afraid of the bubbling feeling of unease that stirs in me. worse, its no longer a deeply despairing feeling, but one that i’ve grown to know

i was so set on finding the purest form of myself but what if, im built on this feeling of discontent and in my purest self, i’m simply discontent

should i just tread in such ignorance until i grow tired until i grow numb and then let myself sink let myself drown

11:45 dec 13th 2015 (revised 06/05/2017)

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i patiently watch the sun melt into moon. the sound of snow falling in snow occasional breeze, the loudest noise i cringe at human voice. i’m beyond reach out of bounds, and boundless to the crudeness of eternal empty headspace. the wind is stealing my cigarettes  at least I can swallow this golden bitterness.

shivering just to feel something so many things aren’t worth feelings.

why do we take photos anyways?

if our minds have forgotten a memory then so be it

we shouldn’t mess with the past,

obviously we’ve evolved this way for a reason

reminiscing the past is like picking at a healed wound

if a memory is to be cherished, you will remember the feeling

Granite Falls, Indian Arm

you’re talking to a kayak guide now. waz up

Haven’t been posting recently, but not really sorry because i’ve just been snowboarding lots and I have no followers anyways ha.

Thoughts on first winter camping trip: snow is cool snowshoes suck, I need to practice ski touring. Sleeping in a quincy is dope as fuck too

i fear unease crawling up my neck, like a watching a boiling pot, simmering, rolling waters

not exactly the feeling of despair or the idea that my flame perhaps died a decade ago.

Orangutans

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I think, I over think. Bothered by thoughts that don’t concern you, and so why should it concern me?

So I deem such thoughts unworthy, and toss it into the corners of my head. The serenity lasts for a second, but the feeling is like listening to wind or- gazing at clouds through the thick of evergreens peaceful, simply put.

but surely a trickle of thoughts start again

what white thoughts do others get? I wouldn’t know I have never thought from your mind. But wait- could it be? Ones content sprouts from the acceptance of ignorance?

forgot I had these photos from when I went to Sechelt for that one night

sometime 

Ferry ride from Bowen Island to Horseshoe Bay

my sister took a photoshop bootcamp and this was the result of our joined forces