sunday funday |•| feng shui prepping |•| cleanse this home |•| redirect some energies ❤ (at Sanctuary)

..upon discovering Bram Stoker’s Dracula on the Netflix |•| Keanu’s attempt at an English accent is so awful |•| Shyt, every American actor is doing a shytty job |•| *massages temple* |•| But this nostalgia that’s flooding back is worth the displeasure lol |•| Plus revisiting old flicks helps me recapture pieces of myself that were lost |•| Connoisseur of the macabre 💀 (at Sanctuary)

These trees are ready for autumn and so am I |☆| Hoodie season (at Chicago State University)

The force is skrong wif dis one |●| But that vine charcoal sesh this morning done kicked my ass |●| I’ve always liked a challenge, tho |●| Leggo 😬 (at Chicago State University)

Cacophony of heavenly sounds |•| My campus suits my need to be immersed in nature (at Chicago State University)

Every form that you see has its original in the divine world. If the form passes away, it is of no consequence, because its original was from eternity. Be not grieved that every form that you see, every mystical saying that you have heard will pass away. The fountainhead is always bringing forth water. Since neither ceases, why should you complain? Consider this spirit as a fountain; rivers flow from it. Put regret out of your thoughts, and keep on drinking from the rivulet. Do not be afraid. The water is limitless.

When you came into the world of created beings, a ladder was set before you, so that you might pass out of it. At first you were inanimate, then you became a plant; afterward you were changed into an animal. At last you became human, possessed of knowledge, intelligence, and faith. Next, you will become an angel. Then you will have finished with this world, and your place will be in the heavens. Be changed also from the station of an angel. Pass into that mighty deep, so that the one drop, which is yourself, may become a sea.

G’mornin’ sleepy heads |•| Come on in and visit your friendly neighborhood barista |•| I makes a mean Mocha ☕ (at Currency Exchange Café)

I find myself inspecting insects more closely lately |•| Less shruggin’ and more huggin’ |•| I, mean I’d crush the little guys if I attempted to hug ‘em |•| Y’all feel me 😌 |•| Staying close to the ground (at Sanctuary)

That yung aspiring artist flow |☆| Me, myself and this dirty Chai Latte |☆| This faux gem giraffe is warming up to me (at Washington Park - 60th and King Dr.)

Trance - like |•| “Fuck em”, he says |•| Don’t blow this high |•| ..but shake the tweeter.. (at Sanctuary)

2nd official day of school |•| Art historian in the makin’ |•| Prolly… we’ll see 😏 (at Chicago State University)