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We are what we love.
Erik Erikson (via wordsnquotes)
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.
Charlotte Eriksson (via wordsnquotes)
I think I’m far too hopeful and trusting…Because I grew up with this naïve expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation. But however naïve I might be, I do feel that books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.
Dave Eggers (via wordsnquotes)
“Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, sit down with myself and explain that things were going to be okay, that everybody loses ground sometimes and it doesn’t mean anything. It’s the way life works. This is hard to understand in the moment. You get to thinking about the girl who rejected you, the job you got fired from, the test you failed, and you lose sight of the big picture — the fact that life has a beautiful way of remaking itself every few weeks.”
Donald Miller (via naturaekos)
A slight chance
Been 6 months now. Life changed and being dragged into this world is something frightening and confusing. I wonder how our parents managed to pull this off. I mean family, work and raising us into what we might be forming into right now. And thoughts.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via amortizing)
مشيت ورا احساسي، وداني المطبخ.
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Ancient Cultures 3 (ft. AblazeDaArchitek) by VIRAMAINA on #SoundCloud
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
David Hume (via fyp-philosophy)
I don't know what to call this.
Our mind has its own way, getting back at us, and that has the double meaning. One: find its way back in to our atmosphere and shaking these rattling events we got caught in. Even if we are still caught or off again, on again stucks. Two: revenge on us, for putting it through unnecessarily self-talks and mind fucks, just because we couldn’t process what was going on. because it was new, heavy, reshaped or whatever the hell it was. So our mind will just get back at you through either being more active and you get your ass handed over to you !! “ as if what was going on wasn’t enough already”. Or bring you a state of hmmm. Peace or shifting pace. I don’t know. But I do know this. That we have to treat everything with kindness for it is the only way you can see through things and forgive either yourself or others.
I really don’t know what to call this.
7:49. All nighter. 3-19-2016.
Being there when you are needed is much better and fulfilling than just being there,all the time...
Instead of resisting, allow change to unfold and try to understand what’s transforming and why.
Vishnu (via emotional-algebra)
Note to self ..
(via eternal-sarah)
We frequently envy the imagination of children. But I would argue that adults imagine plenty, roaming the world deliberately blinded. We trap ourselves in our minds, our fantasies, stuck in our memories or desires, the past or the future, condemning the present to obscurity.
certifiedmadness (via wnq-writers)
She used to be his sleeping pill..
You desire to know the art of living? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.
Henri-Frédéric Amiel (via quotemadness)
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