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One Nice Bug Per Day
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I want to love you without clutching, appreciate you without judging, join you without invading, invite you without demanding, leave you without guilt, criticize you without blaming, and help you without insulting. If I can have the same from you, then we can truly meet and enrich each other.
Virginia Satir (via wordsnquotes)
Each one of us has gotta do our work in healing ourselves, in stopping the cycle of being broken and breaking others. We can blame the people who broke us, and they can blame the people who broke them, and so on, ad infinitum, but at some point it has to stop. Someone has to chose to break the chain. It’s the only way our world will improve.
Negativity, bitterness, resentment, hostility, these are all contagious, all easily spread. We all have to work on curing ourselves. The only other option is perpetually passing this pain onto one another. A rolling epidemic of suffering.
If healing is gonna happen, it’s gotta be on an individual level. This world is made of people, not abstract concepts, not political policies, but living, breathing people. Human beings. Individuals. We are what makes this world what it is. So we can’t sit and wait for the world to fix itself. That makes no sense. We are the world. Each one of us has to play our part in our collective healing. It’s the only way.
mondays are magical (watch until the end)
Flamboya, Viviane Sassen
Flamboya is the first comprehensive catalogue to feature the independent work of Dutch photographer and Prix de Rome winner, Viviane Sassen.
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Aku, the seal, from Mombetsu Land in Hokkaido, Japan happily hugs a plushie toy version of himself. (photos via Twitter)
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I really love watching men get emotional over things like this! What a beautiful gift!
https://www.gofundme.com/Nirvana2017 there’s a gofundme for the rest of his comic!!! :)
When stuff hits the heart
Anne Sexton, from ‘You Doctor Martin’, The Complete Poems
For Emma Forever Ago: Audio waves of each track
Bon Iver fan art by @alabasterparadox
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But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself, into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously…
Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (via mythologyofblue)
Heath Ledger’s response to homophobic reactions to “Brokeback Mountain” (x)
seriously is there anything sexier than sustainable farming
I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are. Do not go around asking for honesty in what people think; much of what they perceive as thinking is empty anyway because it’s thought out again and again and comes out refined and muddy. The ones who know how to feel might have to say to you a couple of interesting things or not and when they do that, you ought to know how to listen. So learn how to listen. You can’t make someone open up about their feelings in case they don’t want to. But you can remain open yourself through listening deeply and completely; they might want to talk about the weather and keep it simple — allow them to feel the simplicity…Emotion pours out directly or indirectly each time people engage themselves in the process of genuine interaction.
Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959 (via bloodedcelt)