(Source: jgaivizo)

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I don’t pay attention to the
world ending.
It has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning.
Nayyirah Waheed (via mjalt)

(Source: magnifiquementtragique)

(Reblogged from mjalt)
Some people live as though they are already dead. There are people moving around us who are consumed by their past, terrified of their future, and stuck in their anger and jealousy. They are not alive; they are just walking corpses.
 Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
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summer-darlings:

summer-darlings:
☼ 100% summer blog xo ☼


Love these colours.

summer-darlings:

summer-darlings:

☼ 100% summer blog xo ☼

Love these colours.

(Reblogged from wolfdancer)
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Mark Haddon (via purplebuddhaproject)

True..

(Reblogged from purplebuddhaproject)
In ethics class so many years ago
our teacher asked this question every fall:
If there were a fire in a museum,
which would you save,
a Rembrandt painting or an old woman who hadn’t many
years left anyhow? Restless on hard chairs
caring little for pictures or old age
we’d opt one year for life, the next for art
and always half-heartedly. Sometimes
the woman borrowed my grandmother’s face
leaving her usual kitchen to wander
some drafty, half-imagined museum.
One year, feeling clever, I replied
why not let the woman decide herself?
Linda, the teacher would report, eschews
the burdens of responsibility.
This fall in a real museum I stand
before a real Rembrandt, old woman,
or nearly so, myself. The colors
within this frame are darker than autumn,
darker even than winter — the browns of earth,
though earth’s most radiant elements burn
through the canvas. I know now that woman
and painting and season are almost one
and all beyond the saving of children.
 Linda Pastan, “Ethics” (via feellng)

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(Reblogged from langleav)

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entheogenist:

p-i-r-a-d-o:

VIBE

beeeaauuuttyyy!

entheogenist:

p-i-r-a-d-o:

VIBE

beeeaauuuttyyy!

(Reblogged from theoneirictemple)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via itsquoted)
(Reblogged from elledark)
In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.

Ram Dass

(via purplebuddhaproject)

Ha! True !

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