What else is there to pursue in a world such as this where human angst seems so petty and irrelevant?
Why stay when you can go forward into the never ending ‘more-ness’ of the beautiful infinite?
This vessel of mine, this body – why subject it to the judgement of society and the standards of beauty that have come about when really, it doesn’t matter?
At this point, sometimes I feel like love is the only thing that keeps me going.
Love from my family, my friends, my boyfriend. And this strong, almost violent need to keep loving them.
*Photo found on http://dmytry.com/games/art_gallery/infinity*
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