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Donât allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.
Paulo Coelho (via luna---belle)
Time doesnât heal you; you heal you.
petrichorsouls (via luna---belle)
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
anonymous
Iâm not used to being loved. I wouldnât know what to do.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, âMore Than Just A Houseâ  (via alaska-alaskaa)
Pretty Girls & Bourbon â Gentlemanâs Series: Dating
There are rules when it comes to dating and itâs especially important to follow them when youâre courting a lady for the first time. Follow these rules and bring dating back to the class and taste they deserve.
Be straightforward whenâŚ
dear future wife,Â
baths together are a must
Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone elseâs bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesnât make you happy. Grow.
Paulo Coelho (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Golden maple early morning glow,
Autumn leaves on their perch, trembling, preparing to let go.
Falling in the air like a boat lost at sea,
Guided gracefully by simply letting it be.
Seasons change but the maple remains,
Stripped of its layers nothing left to attain.
Naked and bare in the cold winter air,
A bird perched here and a squirrel running there.
One thing is for certain, days come and they go,
And this maple stands steady through the dust, rain and snow.
A day at a time is the best we can do,
Enjoying each moment as something completely new.
The maple reminds me on this crisp November day,
That life seems so much easier when nature shows the way.
-Me 11/7/15
There is a Buddhist precept that asks us to be mindful of how rare it is to find ourselves in human form on Earth. Â Itâs a beautiful view of life that offers us the chance to feel enormous appreciation for the fact that we are here as individual spirits filled with consciousness. Â Tomorrow we could die, but today we are precious and awake. Â It ushers us into grateful living and it makes hesitation useless. Â Grateful and awake, ask what you need to know now. Â Say what you feel now. Â Love what you love now.
âI have done that,â says my memory. âI cannot have done that,â says my pride, and remains adamant. At last, memory yields. -Nietzsche