"A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both."

L. P. Jacks (via artismyhustle)

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"Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind."

Michelle NdegeOcello  (via theuncolonizedmind)

(Source: oyin-yemanja, via uncommondenominator)

Low

Why is it that one thing can have the power to remind you about all the things you have been stressing out about. To this end, grip you so hard that you spend the day in bed upset, frustrated, anxious, lonely and confused. This has been my day, a few lifts here and there from talking to friend, of which I am very thankful. But I am lost. I don’t know what to do next and I am tired of being anxious all the time. I wish something would work out. Even one thing. I guess this whole experience is to make me stronger but I can’t wait to get to the other side. I know you can’t be happy all the time but damn. On top of all this my room is cold. Urgh… Sigh