What Spelled Summer

 

Dracula goes to the beach. Hoping to catch the salted wisps of summer vibes, the bats that are his sunglasses cast the horizon in a more pleasant filter. He listens to the cerulean high that is Alt-J’s Tessellate, and composes strings of poetry about the Bloody Marys and the summer wine. In the profound dusk, tango dresses and carelessly unbuttoned paisley shirts especially resonate to him. The idea of all-white somewhere on the coastal Italy, and reading Kaddish while your mates burry you in the sand, rekindles the desire to wake up before the sun irritates your dreams and hustle unabashedly with an iced coffee in hand.

On Happiness and Strokes of Luck

Summer weather in New York fluctuates with the frequency of an indecisive lover, always hovering at the postal office with a love letter worn in the corners from being gripped so anxiously. The allusion is off, because nowadays one sexts with no afterthought, but the gist is otherwise clear. The windows at Gasoline Alley are open, letting the breeze coyly fuck up my hair. I don’t mind. 

PDSD From 2015 and Pro-2016

A warm welcome to all you mofos!

I am finally back in the rainy and melancholic London.

First, I want to sincerely apologize for the severe delays with posting in general. I don’t want to do any self-justification, but exams do take their time and energy.

Anyway, today’s post will be a belated proclamation, on remembering the nostalgic year of 2015, with a dash of “New Year’s Resolutions of 2016,” as modern society expresses the making of achievable goals for stable living.

Let’s state the obvious and all agree that 2015 was a bit of everything.

For me, it brought personal distress of (situational) challenges with my relationships (with the closest people for example,) and evidently that was not the full telos here. I say situational, because they actually are situational, but as you may already have predicted; for me at that time, they were global. Yes, I solemnly admit, I did loose a couple of relationships with certain human beings, but you know, my age underlines as the age where you just about actually start living. Personally, I’m fully with people who say that.

Maybe I will sound like very much of a cliché, but 2015 was one of the most memorable years of my so-far short life. I have gained so much experience in all aspects of self-refinement one could ever imagine (e.g. mixing best outfit trends as well as making a small amelioration of my personal style, having full conscience of my activities and the relationships, and maintaining a confident appearance. Moreover, no longer being anxious about expressing all parts of my culture is very seductive (in a rational and pleasant way,) and really valuing my health so I could maintain all the natural beauty I have and not disappoint my parents in any way.

This year, so many ambiguities await me, I’m positive about it. I now have too much will power to get held back my past or disruptive and fluctuating people, no matter how much I still have for them and how much of it I still wish to express. As I say: “It doesn’t get easier, you just get better.” In a sense, you get a better moral perception of the events that will occur this year, and instead of developing depression from them, you create rational beliefs and just continue living with self-actualization of any thoughts you process.

Down here, you will find a mini slideshow of some of best memories I got from the past 2015 and petite spoilers of the events that are awaiting me personally, and Alice as well.

Have a great and fulfilling Friday everyone!

– Karina Panda

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

 

Blues Run The Game

 

I do that damn hackneyed thing, where my whole world bathes into the aftermath blue water of a year just begun. It settles sometime in the tenths of January, when I, tired and maybe still coursing on the tide of glitter and festivity, return to my inevitable schedule (with no place for sleeping-in or going out, at least so decadently.)

The powerful meaning of Words (By Karina Panda)

“A little motivation and inspiration for all of you who consider life sucks”

Where do words actually get their power from?

Wanted to share an enlightening post to you all about consider how strong words are and why do they mesmerize our society so much.

Words are such a powerful tool, which humans dominate. I would say the most efficient weapon they have. Obviously which is inert and originates from various languages. Words can be meaningful or lasting, short and straightforward, which way to go is your decision.

Words produce consistency in your life with the impact of social interactions and emotions you gain from the opportunities you gain from the communications, which leads to the abilities and again, the power of words.

They can randomly or necessarily hurt, make you laugh, realize, smile, enjoy and try to basically change your emotions, relationship and you as a person.

Words are truly chameleons.

“I like how you can say a word that basically means the same meaning but you can express it in so many different way. Like: Hi, hello, hey, what’s up? How are you doing? Nice to meet you.” (Connor Franta)

This quote was revealed by one of my favorite American Youtubers. His message was to be spread across around the world to all of his subscribers and be basically just tried to motivate people to unite and connect through words, in my opinion this is very inspirational, those 38 words literally forced my brain to produce this post. And if you actually think about these words they are so simple but they make a great impact to make a value and catch people’s attention. See my point her, on how much power do words have?

 

Practices of words are infinite. That’s why I loose myself in the enjoyment of its fluidity.

So nothing stands on how to accomplish and use them expect for you. You try to include factors like: People who surround you (which are truly a part of you which makes them important for you and your life) in categories. But don’t assault them (so you wouldn’t reach the following consequences of repulsing them away) or heave the blame on them, remember you have them, its your life, so you can change that, if those people are truly important for you, you would not even include them as a factor of blame or hatred, you would change everything yourself. So your words come from you, not from what others say, they are just there to share the afterward emotions with you, support, concur new things and inspire you.

 

The lack of words is equals to silence. Silence is a moment, which requires all the thoughtful words you have in your mind, which you physically don’t have to always express. This is more than just words. This is who you are and what you realize from your intuition.

There is no need to talk in the moment, because all you need is the people and the moment itself to make it live and happen.

This is where my point comes in that silence is equivalent to words because they express the same amount of power, which impacts people equally when they share silence or express words due to the variety of emotions these two factors give them.

Words and silence are equal.

Due to the corresponding aftermath on people.

See the power again?

I like how languages can still unite and basically give the same meaning but reverse to their traditions and culture. Museums show same pictures of the world, just through different vision. For other cultures it might reflect in a blurred vision that’s why it rolls up the significance of enthusiasm and follows by desire to explore the world.

That’s why people meet through words, without words there would be no actions, without actions there would be no history.

 

“Words hurt more than guns” Subordinate and mainstream quote but is factualism is inevitable as I’m confident you all know. So don’t push people away with words, use this power to attract them and contribute to examine the world together.

Make life consistent with words, embrace yourself and others around will a simple cheering phrase and when you see the delightful emotions of that person, you, your whole body will feel the vibe of that power words have and maintain.

Juggle around with words and see the genius in simplicity.

Post produced By : Karina Panda