Interpretaciones De La Mente

The older I become, the more I realize the things which were so vastly important in the past are slowing becoming irrelevant in the present.  When I was younger, I had to consistently be around people in order to feel at ease.  I had to be one-hundred percent social, one-hundred percent of the time. Without a doubt, I needed my friends.  Without them I was nothing.  As the years have gone by, that feeling has faded away.  I still love and adore them as if they were my brothers, but I’m across the country now, and I feel no need to try and establish what I once had.  Instead of finding myself stuck in that all-embracing circuit of needing attention to feel complacent, I can work on myself.  I’m able to hone in on what personality traits I want to work on and what goals I want to reach.  I am less concerned with taking pictures with groups of empty people to prove to the world that I am relevant, and more concerned with simply being happy.  This is growing up, and most of the people I see and interact with on a daily basis are cemented to a phase in which their world revolves around the acceptance from other people.  They are the truly vacant ones.  

It’s truly sad seeing women want to be something they’re clearly not, instead of being proud of what they are and where they came from. Individual beauty coupled with pride is far more attractive to me than wanting to simply blend into the world of expectedness.

(Source: bythetracks)

It’s good to be home.

(Source: girlracer, via voicealone)

(via felicefawn)

Botellas en el aire, lado a lado.  Hasta la muerte, te amo, hermanos.