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Daily Teachings of the Masters, August 13, 2019

Time is an illusion. How long it takes to go from here to there is really up to you. As you seek to stretch it out, to delay, then things can take a very long time indeed. Understand that you are working with your mind. And you are entitled to change things up. What if you could have it now? Do you see that in truth you are playing a mind game with yourself? You say that you want something without delay, but then you keep bringing up the past. Which do you want? As you choose to accept and align with your upgrade you will discover that the past truly does not exist. It is an illusionary state of consciousness.

angel--cat

knowledge-awakening-deactivated

“Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”

— Mandy Hale (via perfeqt)

suckatpoetry

you fed me lies for months and i called it love. now i am so full and loaded, ready to throw up very soon.

- where's the plastic bag?

moondust-and-dreams

“It seems that sometimes the ones that look like the cure to our broken heart are actually those who tear it apart even more,”

00:27 - You broke me down even more than he did (moondustanddreams)

neckkiss

“The quickest way to get someone’s attention is to no longer want it”

— Anonymous (via neckkiss)

lcrdbyron

We all, in the end, turn into skull and naked bones with the earth wrapping its arms around us and claiming us yet again.

May we love fiercely, live boldly, and read lots of poetry.

juansendizon

“I fell in love with the way she dreamt about forever; she was a girl of adventure & I was her writer. She’s wild, but she’s soft kind of like when it rains during the summer and she smiles in such a way that makes me feel lighter. She’s a traveler filled with chaos but she feels at peace in the serenity of saltwater; I saw a silent hope in her eyes that someday she’ll recover. She’s the prettiest girl in the world; the touch of her skin feels like a mourning dove’s feather; I close my eyes, and I’m surrounded by flowers and no winter. She’s my someone, my soulmate, my life; I choose her for the reason that she inspires me to be better and today I promise that I will always cherish her in my tender.”

— juansen dizon, A poem for Annie