Every time I walk into my bedroom I mentally place everything I own into “going” and “not going” lists for school. But I think I have the essentials nailed down.
- Tibetan prayer flags from Bhutan and Ladakh
- My statues of Ganesh and Buddha from Delhi
- My picture frames filled with my friends, Eric, my family, and my lovely dog
- My dog. She’s coming. I don’t care.
- A lovely fan
- The street painting Eric gave me
I don’t want much. I think that college will mark the beginning of a minimalistic part of my life where I am so consumed by the culture and people around me that I won’t need a perfectly decorated room or all the things in the world to make me happy. Happiness is internalized, and pursuing my higher education will hopefully walk hand in hand with my simplistic enlightenment amongst this material world.
(Source: fernsandmoss, via chakra-child)
(Source: bi-ki-ki, via occaecation)
(Source: evrythingis, via treehuggerz)
Last night
was supposed to be fun and crazy and sexy.
But I had to faint and be nursed like a baby by him all night. Whoops.
I have the house to myself overnight for the first time and instead of going out or having a party I’m at home with my boyfriend playing house.
I feel like an old married woman.
“I don’t mind the white people moving into the neighborhood. They’re like the Indians—they came in peace. And they brought some Whole Foods with em’. And Fleetwood Mac. Plus the police don’t break up our block parties anymore.”
(Source: samflowerr)
I’m just gonna go with the flow and enjoy the present and not let stupid things bother me. I’m tired of letting other people’s actions rule my life.
(via kirsten-and-the-babes)
