The best macaroons ever.illuminatemypath
Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
— Marjorie Celona (via thedapperproject)

(Source: thebronzemedal, via thedapperproject)


Nav K, you are everywhere like the ink on my hands 
If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you.
Noor ShirazieSpringtime  (via childoflust)

(via master-of-my-fate-x)

We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.
— George R. R. Martin (via seabois)

(via alasthecowmoos)

Religion is cultural mythology. Spirituality is self-awareness. The two have nothing in common.
— Deepak Chopra  (via elige)

(Source: astral-traveling, via centralpath)

My home is this moment
— Jeff Foster (via i-iheart)

(via centralpath)

Everyday I go to this clinic in trenton I am shocked at the disparities that exist. Not only in terms of income but in education and availability of necessities like grocery stores. It is easy to pick out issues like obesity, welfare and homelessness and condemn people for being lazy and self indulgent.

The reading level of trenton is 3rd grade. That shows a major deficit in the education system. On my mile walk from the train station to the clinic I count numerous fast food restaurants but not one grocery store. The area is known as a food desert, meaning that there is serious lack of fresh produce to supply the population.

The truth is we have built a system that is conducive only for individuals who already are in some place of privilege and many people fall by the wayside.


Modern Gentrification.


What I hate the most about gentrification is the message that it sends. It’s not until a neighborhood is going through gentrification (PoC out, White people in) that it is worthy of health food stores, better security, and other infrastructures that promotes living well.


needs to be put up in every school 
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
— Anaïs Nin (via observando)

(via i-nimit-able)