i do feel a little claustrophobic to be honest.

We came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music
slamming into us and passing through our souls:
we are all equal.
And somewhere around 35 Hz
we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward,
pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies,
and our spirits,
pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them
by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble
that can, for one evening,
protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world.
It is in that very instant, with these initial realizations
that each of us was truly born.
( ^ from Ravers Manifesto)



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(or google their names in case i was lazy)

beautiful chaos ☺

why i do not scream for help and you have it all

(saison, mi avril, kokian, virginie sannier, sayaka and more,
see names of images and click on them for sources.)

"nervous when you look"

it is only hope

PACKAGING!!!
i still love it so much...
because you can get so creative...

here's some inspiration for you!


(take a look at my 'packaging board' on PINTEREST for sources and more!,
AND take a look at essimar's AMAZING packaging ideas!!!






(but they've told me happiness is just around the corner)

patusibu, essimar, freunde, rie elise larsen, oi soi oi, estudio,
+ click images for sources.

we must have invented time out of boredom

you know those words?
words another person wrote down
that just smack you in the face
and hit you hard
like a loved one can only do.

(the fact that i can't remember whom or where it's from
was another smack in the face,
but i did that one to myself though.)

there is no truth. we all have our own. to be addicted to self destruction.
because they told me to do something with my life. nothing could hold me back
except myself. unfortunately i wasn't there. god created us so we could create god.
he prays for me every night. i feel so sad that he's wasting his time. i mean,
look at me. he won't be coming back. ever again. of course. i wouldn't go back
to myself either. unfortunately i am stuck in this place. hurt yourself to make sure
no one else does. we always talk either too much or too little.



(SOURCES images: kara k kraus, (velvet momoko via yupoo),

mauve

please click images or see their names for sources