The practice of generosity frees us from the sense of isolation that arises from clinging and attachment.
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The practice of generosity frees us from the sense of isolation that arises from clinging and attachment.
Sharon Salzberg
The world comes into the poem, The poem comes into the world. Reciprocity—it all comes down To that. As with lovers: When it’s right you can’t say Who is kissing whom.
Gregory Orr, from “The world comes into the poem,” Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved (Copper Canyon, 2012)
it’s MAY ! ft emails + a basil plant + beautiful sunsets that now take place at 9:30 mf pm
By: Magda
Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.
— Haruki Murakami
In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.
John Green / Paper Towns (via bnmxfld)
Me_irl
I like people who talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
Albert Camus / The Fall (via bnmxfld)
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It’s spring, you’re young, you’re lovely, you have a right to be happy. Come back into the world.
Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle (via luthienne)
My hand fits into your hand like it was always supposed to be there.
k.b. // your hand in mine (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)
“We are all different. Don’t judge, understand instead.”
— Roy T. Bennett
By: Magda