Peacock in the parking lot

And journey to the visual heart of my life. Making sense,humor, and misery out of a self positionality of race,sexuality, and immigration and of course, fashion. I own nothing of any of these pictures

You already have my heart and soul. So, I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

—Rumi (via shaktilover)

I have wondered why I came to Vancouver. Why did I leave a finally full life, to come to a glassy city, live with a woman who is bering crushed by layers of personal debris and work  in a job that neither pays me nor satisfies me?

Once out of the desert why would one need to return? Could it be to get clear?

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

—C.G. Jung  (via elige)

(Source: yeshecholwa, via inhabitude)

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"Scarlett ‘n the Hood" Naomi and Charlton Cannon photographed by Karl Lagerfeld, Vanity Fair May 1996

I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become.

—Carl Jung (via shaktilover)