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[mark-renton]

[ganaresraro]

Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

[ganaresraro]

Hysterical Literature (Official)

The official Hysterical Literature sessions filmed by Clayton Cubitt. If it’s not in this playlist, it’s not Hysterical Literature.

[joeylogano-deactivated20211031]

Sergio Perez >>> Sakhir GP

[weraceasone]

Sergio Perez cries over the radio after winning the Sakhir Grand Prix.

[el-jujeniodeletras]

Jesús Guillermo. an old song. Soñando realidades. [43]

[aprendizdehumano]

Eso era amor 💔

[birdasaurus]

Bea Hansson

[bebemoon]

“You often feel tired, not because you’ve done too much, but because you’ve done too little of what sparks a light in you.”

— Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[mvaljean525]

Water nymph, you have climbed from the shallows to don your dragon-colors. Perched on a reed stem all night, shedding your skin, you dry your wings in moonlight.

Night melts into day. Swift birds wait to snap you up. Fly, dragonfly! Fly!

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Fly, Dragonfly!

Joyce Sidman  (B.1956)

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Graphic - Nathália Suellen  (B.1989)

[mvaljean525]

True peace cannot be achieved by force or by merely invoking the word “peace.” It can only be attained by training the mind and learning to cultivate inner peace. Peace is a calm and gentle state of mind.

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17th Karmapa - Ogyen Trinley Dorje  (B.1985)

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Graphic - Sasha Hartslief  (B.1974)

[goodreadss]

“It’s much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.”

— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via goodreadss)

[magictransistor]

Edvard Munch. Towards the Forest. 1897.

[friendly-animals]

(Source)

[esnifandosentimientos]

“Tengo la teoría de que cuando uno llora, nunca llora por lo que llora, sino por todas las cosas por las que no lloro en su debido momento.”

— Mario Benedetti

[primaveras-oscuras]

Benedetti.

[grupobookhunters]

“Me besó sin pedir permiso y a mí me pareció la gloria. Le devolví el beso con hambre atrasada.”

— Mario Benedetti

[loshabitantes013]