Tuesday Sep 9 @ 05:17pm
Friday Sep 9 @ 11:33am

He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

Juliett Marillier, Daughter of the Forest (via atramentum)
Friday Sep 9 @ 11:22am

If there is unhappiness in you, first you need to acknowledge that it is there. But don’t say ‘I’m unhappy.’ Unhappiness has nothing to do with who you are. Say: ‘There is unhappiness in me.’ Then investigate it. A situation you find yourself in may have something to do with it. Action may be required to change the situation or remove yourself from it. If there is nothing you can do, face what is and say, ‘Well, right now, this is how it is. I can either accept it, or make myself miserable.’ The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about it.

Eckhart Tolle (via silentsigh57)
Friday Sep 9 @ 10:52am

I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.

John Steinbeck (via thatkindofwoman)
Friday Sep 9 @ 10:48am

If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you…Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings.They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing.

David Foster Wallace (via kwesiabbensetts)
Wednesday Aug 8 @ 02:35pm
Wednesday Aug 8 @ 01:15pm
sleepinginthesnow:

Ginsberg, Siesta in Xbalba

sleepinginthesnow:

Ginsberg, Siesta in Xbalba

Wednesday Aug 8 @ 01:13pm

As I got older and I went out into the world, I realized that actually it wasn’t a very friendly place to be and I thought, we need armor.

Daphne Guinness. (via oldmanswag)
Tuesday Aug 8 @ 05:13pm
heritage1960:

Morning motivation…Think it + Dream it + Believe it!

heritage1960:

Morning motivation…Think it + Dream it + Believe it!

Tuesday Aug 8 @ 05:03pm

I decide to spend some days traveling around, to avoid my parents, to follow a road and think about things other than what is wrong with my life. What a wonderful thing, I think, if it was possible to spend my life inhabiting the shapes and sounds and patterns of other people.

Binyavanga Wainaina | One Day I Will Write About This Place (2011)

I can sum up parts of my life in these thoughts.

(via kwesiabbensetts)

Tuesday Aug 8 @ 05:03pm

To be able to look back upon one’s life in satisfaction, is to live twice.

Khalil Gibran (via heyfranhey)
Tuesday Aug 8 @ 05:01pm

If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.

Frank Zappa (via kari-shma)
Tuesday Aug 8 @ 05:00pm

She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer  (via atramentum)
Tuesday Aug 8 @ 04:48pm

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.

The Great Gatsby (via mirroir)
Tuesday Aug 8 @ 04:47pm

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