The ritual goes, same window different visual

What probably confuses people is they think they know a lot about me, but it quite pleases me that there's more they don't know.I am neither especially clever nor especially gifted. I am only very, very curious.

[weltenwellen]

Nedra Glover Tawwab, Set Boundaries, Find Peace: A Guide to Reclaiming Yourself, The Six Types of Boundaries

[doereime]

“I am a rare species, not a stereotype.”

[doereime]

Growing the mane….

[doereime]

“The truth is precious commodity, not everyone will possess her.” 📷| @wickedmojo

[itallstartedwithakiss]

[doereime]

Antique velvet.

[doereime]

"She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts." -The Hours

[priveting]

Be with someone whose eyes can show you how much they love you, without a single spoken word. 

[karinacupcake]

[movemequotes]

Your true self does not speak in words or banal phrases. Its voice comes from deep within you, from the substrata of your psyche, from something embedded physically within you. It emanates from your uniqueness, and it communicates through sensations and powerful desires that seem to transcend you. You cannot ultimately understand why you are drawn to certain activities or forms of knowledge. This cannot really be verbalized or explained. It is simply a fact of nature. In following this voice you realize your own potential, and satisfy your deepest longings to create and express your uniqueness. It exists for a purpose, and it is your Life’s Task to bring it to fruition.

Robert Greene, Mastery (via movemequotes)

[itallstartedwithakiss]

[doereime]

"The truth is precious commodity, not everyone will possess her." 📷| @wickedmojo

[thefugitivesaint]

Philippe Druillet, ‘Yragael’,  ’'Heavy Metal’’, Vol. 6, #10, Jan. 1983 Source

[imagination]

[hirxeth]

Chungking Express (1994) dir. Wong Kar-wai

[thepersonalquotes]

[laurenseclectica]

Edna St. Vincent Millay

[starrover]

I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.

Louise Glück, First Memory, from: Ararat (1990)