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那年獨自去南洋

一杯白咖啡的早上

四周是可冒險方向

尤加利樹葉的香

那陣時不知道

置身的日子都發亮

眼光裡藏著的囂張

往後已不再同樣

「甚麼是最好的時光。一種深情，一種意氣風發，一種生活。人在其中想必渾然不察，猶對未來有所盼望。過後回頭，猛然發覺，原來如此。那點點盼望，向前望的目光，即是往後所欠缺的。曾經有過，後來沒有了。那曾經有過的就是最好的。------陳寧《最好的時光》」

How did I get to here? A random chain of events Or chemical and elements Conspiring, divining From the star I've been pulled apart By weightless love And the heavy hearts Of sadness Oh, I was born blown minded With an eye on oblivion Oh, I was born blown minded With an eye on oblivion In my heart I have lived without aught It's been the war of attrition Between a small-minded fool And sublime intuition I believe there's a meteor out there With my name on it Hurtling through space And nothing can stop it Oh, I was born blown minded With an eye on oblivion Oh, I was born blown minded With an eye on oblivion

#young galaxy #blown minded #shapeshifting #music #indie music #indie rock #alternative rock #female vocalist #band #indie pop #dream pop #canadian music

floralls

by tanagandhi

don’t wake me i’m not dreaming

#borns #past lives #dopamine #indie music #synthpop #indie pop #indie rock

adrianbogatsky

Best of both worlds

first time trying blindfold yoga today. the deprivation of visual information definitely enhances and demands a lot of internal body awareness (i.e. proprioception). although i normally practice most of my sequences with eyes closed, the option of opening is always there, providing a sense of security. blindfold yoga requires a leap of faith into literally the darkness, and challenges practitioners in poses that they’re already familiar with. in a visceral way, it challenges the ego and one’s patience with oneself. can i stay patient and present with my extraordinarily wobbly foot that won’t stay balanced in a simple tree pose? it also intimately connects you with the people around you: everyone around you is opening themselves up for the same novel and vulnerable experience as you. contrary to the light and visual information that is normally transmitted between you, it is now the sound of their breath, their movement, that reaches you. and if you’re as lucky as me, the person closest to you blindfolded himself before he chose a mat right beside you, leaving the ample space in the studio elsewhere available. so you occasionally exchange tactile information as well, such as the accidental near-high fives you do when both of you come up from a forward fold with your arms outstretched. at last, it brings about an appreciation for an intact visual system that is largely taken for granted. when the blindfold comes off and the lights come on, the world presents itself much more brightly and vividly than ever remembered. how the body habituates wonderfully quickly.

10/10 would practice again.

#yoga #blindfold yoga #blindfoldyoga

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by Jonathan Haider

View from Vernazza in Cinque Terre, Italy

fyhongkong

https://www.facebook.com/allthings.page

chinesephrasebook-blog

This is why I love the Chinese language.

writerswritecompany

“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”

Mark Z. Danielewski (via amandaonwriting)

unconditionedconsciousness

Seeing the innocence of others when they are lost in ego

can remind them of their innocence

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People loved you in the way they knew how—and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

Josh Lanyon, The Dark Tide (via refluent)

ariseinlove

fuck you. infinite circle of rumination and wallowing. around and around with p®etty flowers on top. if morning glory can take the shape of any structure, then i’d rather take entire walls instead. if it’s a journey either way, i’d rather look behind me and be able to see where i’ve been, high and low and everywhere. i want to see the things that i’ve touched, climbed, wrapped around, and moved. even if those things aren’t there anymore, their shapes will be remembered by my vines. because however adverse or confusing those things might be, it’s only based on them that my vines may eventually choose to evolve outwards and upwards, curves and all.

the sun is always on the move. even if it stayed, there can still be more than one way to the sun, if the sun is even what i choose to grow towards in that moment (some morning glory are night flowers).

this is a journey where exploration will take place, equilibrium will constantly be reached and shifted, deliberate opening will be called upon countless times each day, and self-directed navigation will germinate. one where each moment is fleeting is fluid is precious, because a journey means that a final destination is inevitable.

i’ll die exactly where i’d have been all my life: on my way.