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Andrea Gibson, Take Me With You
“Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.”
— Benjamin Franklin
“When I say be creative, I don’t mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem.”
— Osho
“Be crumbled. So wild flowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.”
— Rumi
Whereabouts currently
ANAÏS NIN
from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
original photos and edit
https://www.instagram.com/p/BQUju8oA_SU/
I’m a human being, and I may be the worst of its kind. If I’ve ever cared about you, it doesn’t matter where we end up in 10 years, or how things ended. You will always occupy even the smallest nick of my existence. If I’ve ever loved you, and you’re happy with someone else, I’ll share your joy one way or another – even in silence. If you’re ever hurt, my arms will be open wider than ever for you until it subsides. Your pain will still always somehow resonate within me. People like me are the worst of our kind, because we don’t know our limits. We’ll set ourselves on fire to keep others warm. And we’ll break parts of ourselves to make them whole. All we know is that we can’t stand to see others suffer, even if the cure comes at our own expense.
Connotativewords | jl | How I Self-Destruct (via connotativewords)
We’re asleep until we love. We’re children of dust… But fall in love —and you’re god, you’re pure as on the first day of creation.
Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (via antigonick)