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Mornings in Bali are absolutely unforgettable, and sunrises at the famous Tegalalang Rice Terraces are beyond description. Can’t wait to go back, but first, need to plan my upcoming trip to Korea 😍🇰🇷 🗻 On days like today, it’s easy for me to fall back into going through my photos from @feelslovenia, hoping one fell through the cracks. This one definitely did. The detail in the mountain tops is what really caught my eye this time around. An Self-Portrait: Tegalalang Rice Terraces, 7:23 AM, Bali
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Thank god for drones! Traveling Bali alone was one incredible experience, and trying to take a photo of myself was real difficult. Either I set up a tripod and hope it doesn’t interf On the foothills of Bali’s mountains ⛰
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I was so lucky to have had an incredible stay on the slopes of Mt. Batukaru, and I’m already missing the mountains. Anyone recommend any? Thinking Dolomites...😍 A London classic. Have had an awesome time doing tourist things in my own backyard these past couple weeks, but busy planning another trip in the next few weeks. Any ideas where I should go? 🤔 🦌 Catching up with friends in Nara…
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Last year exploring the famous deer park of Nara feels like a world away. The deer are incredibly comfortable with humans, and can even be a bit aggressive when you’re not there during high sea ☀️ Golden hour on the Bay…
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I won’t forget those couple hours on the foothills of Sausalito, staring across at San Francisco through a golden haze. It’s one of those moments during which you pinch yourself; lucky beyond belie ⛰ Down by Otemanu…
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Deep in French Polynesia, and on the main island of Vaitape, Mt. Otemanu stands head and shoulders above the landscape. A former volcano, it protects much of the island from tropical rains, and helps create this uniqu 🌊 Moments on the California coast…
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I still think about that road trip on the coast of Big Sur. Cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway, we couldn’t have asked for better conditions, or better impromptu stops than this one. Pigeon ☀️ Golden afternoons in Slovenia…
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The more time goes by, the more jealous I am of my past self, who is right now still on that sunset hike in the Slovenian Alps. I think we need time travel asap.
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#Disco 🔥 Mornings on the Balinese mountains…
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Growing up across the US and in parts of Brasil, I never imagined my life would lead me to a moment like the one in this image. An early morning — maybe 6:30a — in a country I had only Finally, I found my hat.
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Miss you Bali. Also, do me a favor guys and wish my wonderful wife an awesome birthday! She was unable to come with me to Bali, and I’m trying to convince her to go with me again this year. Help me out ! 🙏🏽🙏🏽 ☀️ Welcome to Tegalalang…
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My last day in Bali was probably the finest. At the world famous Tegalalang Rice Terraces in Ubud, I witnessed a spectacular sunrise. With my @djiglobal Mavic 2 Pro, I saw it from a vantage point I found hard t 🌊 California moments...
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A roadtrip down the PCH in California is one of those things I tell everyone I know to do once in their lives. Why? It’s got everything. This shot was right in the middle of the highway, at Pfeifer Beach in Big S 🏙 Rush hour…
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Shibuya is one of those places that doesn’t seem real. It’s an incredible demonstration of the organization of modern civilization — bright flashing lights, streams of fast-moving people, loud advertiseme ☀️ Fleeting moments in Bora Bora…
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I have to say that few places make me reminisce on sheer beauty as much as Bora Bora. There was something hard to describe about that tiny island, in a chain of tiny islands, surrounded by water for tho ❄️ Snow days in Norway…
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Even as I crave the warm weather, I definitely still crave moments like these in Lillehammer. It was an incredible trip, not least because it was the first time we’d heard the term “in-house outhouse, 🍚🌅 Mornings at Tegalalang…
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I can’t describe the experience of witnessing a sunrise at Bali’s most instagrammed location, the rice terraces of Tegalalang. Fifteen minutes from @desavisesa and roughly thirty outside the hear 👁 Face to face…
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These Balinese monkeys are not only full of energy, they’re incredibly bold. Reach for your backpack for a new lens, and you’ll see several sets of orange eyes focusing intently on you, waiting to see if you 🗻 Somewhere in the Alps…
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Sunsets like these deep in the Alps seem to be beyond comprehension. There’s a scale that appears incalculable with the naked eye. Even so high up, with miles and miles of visibility, the peaks tower over

03 - Resetting the Nintendo (Terry)

August 04, 2015

It’s funny, the transformation. It really is. We all have different ways to deal with our emotions, and to deal with relationships. When I get in my feelings, I get lost in my head. I get upset at being tormented by old issues, and respond by really feeling myself, by getting cocky. That sort of douche-y shit.

It’s just an act, to be frank. You have to find a way to pick yourself up when you’re not feeling well.

I’m much more happy than most of these essays I write, but most of the time I don’t write when I’m happy. It’s not as powerful. And to be honest, you all don’t even really read my happy stuff. But I ain’t hurt by that, you read what you want to read, just read something.

I’m by myself ninety-five percent of the time, walking around the village and the LES. You’ll probably catch me with my camera snapping photos at people that don’t want it. But those make the best images. I’d rather capture anger and frustration than nothing at all. Fuck a picture of a building.

I wonder if she remembers the stuff I can’t forget. I wonder if she realizes I’m as stuck as I was months ago. She probably doesn’t, though, I flex too hard to the outside world. I mean, that’s all she sees. We don’t talk, I made that decision. There wasn’t much for me to do in that situation but extract myself and restart. I changed my style of dress, I gave up on my major and the money, I got real artsy. Like hitting reset when the Nintendo would freeze. But do you remember when we studied for finals at your friend’s place in FiDi? Up in that penthouse lounge? I still have the address in my Seamless from when I ordered you some teriyaki chicken. When I updated the app—when they changed all their shit up—apparently it set that address as my default. Got a call saying my Sesame Chicken was with the doorman of that building. Once I connected the address to what it actually was, I fell all back into it.

This was a few weeks back. All I learnt is that you’re never completely out of it. The reset button doesn’t always work.

Some time ago—I actually have shitty memory and forget more than I remember, all the girls know this, but it’s nothing personal—she wanted to talk to me so she hit up my phone. I responded by blasting Dreams & Nightmares and getting higher than the Burj. I danced around my apartment’s common room. Every damn thing made laugh. I’d already had a dope day, and this was just icing on the cake. There was no more anxiety. But that’s when I knew for certain that I was still an addict.

You can get addicted in a way to that feeling, and to the person that gives you that feeling. And I, unfortunately, have an addictive personality. I’m a man of many obsessions, all competing against the others for my time. 

But we spoke the next day, when I got the nerve to actually respond. It must have been clear quickly that I still wasn’t clean. Clean of that drug. She seemed legitimately surprised, though, which means I’m doing something right. 

It was, to me, so naïve to think I was chill only because a few weeks had passed. Hell, I spent the entire months of March and April faded, that awesome combination that kept me going and kept me smiling, trying to fill that endless pit. I was faded in class, at the gym, at 8 in the AM, and all throughout the night. If you saw me once during those two months, that’s where my head was at, and the only way I could stop myself from shaking when I was alone. Sure, there was a hell of a lot more at work than the shit between the two of us, but it didn’t make anything any easier.

I wonder if she has any inclination that I cannot get anything else out of my head and that anything, and everything reminds of me of our brief past. Yesterday I saw a picture of DiCaprio in the Wolf of Wall Street, and I thought of being in her bed, watching it on a Friday when I had food poisoning and she was at class. She brought me food, she brought my weed and placed it next to my bed, she attempted to sleep but never complained as I shivered and breathed heavily out of nausea next to her.

All I know is that it ain’t like this for her. That’s why it is what it is: a fight against yourself.

A fight against yourself trying to go clean from the drug she gave you. But shit, what if I don't wanna be clean yet? Man, I don't know. Hell, for me, it's all about preventing it from turning into anger eventually.

'Cause I don’t have any more energy to yell. 

Tags: Nintendo, Action Bronson, Rap, Hip-Hop, Relationships, Mr. Wonderful, Financial District, teriyaki, sesame chicken, Dreams & Nightmares, Burj, Substance Abuse, Addiction
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