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“Too shy to say, but I hope you stay.”

— Billie Eilish / come out and play

Hey! Guess what? You’re so close to surviving 2017, you can make it! I’m so proud that you’re still here! Keep going buddy, I love you.

Anonymous (via lostsoulsworlds)

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Vegan Gluten-Free Carrot Cake

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this is awesome

willibyers

I wish ppl would react like this

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this is awesome

willibyers

I wish ppl would react like this

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There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

Jack Kerouac (via wordsnquotes)

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purplebuddhaproject

It is a basic human need that everyone wants to live a happy life. For this, one has to experience real happiness. The so-called happiness that one experiences by having money, power, and indulging in sensual pleasures is not real happiness. It is very fragile, unstable and fleeting. For real happiness, for lasting stable happiness, one has to make a journey deep within oneself and get rid of all the unhappiness stored in the deeper levels of the mind. As long as there is misery at the depth of the mind all attempts to feel happy at the surface level of the mind prove futile.

S.N. Goenka (via purplebuddhaproject)

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The Parable of the Poison Arrow

The Buddha refused to answer what are called the Fourteen Unanswered Questions also known as the “Unwise Reflections” which dealt with things such as is there life after death, is self the same as the soul and is the universe eternal? Many of his earlier followers left the Buddhist movement when he refused to answer. One such was the monk Malunkya who threatened to leave Buddhism if the teacher did not answer. To which the Buddha told the following parable:

It’s just as if a man were wounded with an arrow thickly smeared with poison. His friends and kinsmen provide him with a surgeon, and the man says:

‘I won’t have this arrow removed until I know whether the man who wounded me was a noble warrior, a priest, a merchant, or a worker.'

He goes on 'I won’t have this arrow removed until I know the given name & clan name of the man who wounded me… until I know whether he was tall, medium, or short… until I know whether he was dark, ruddy-brown, or golden-colored… until I know his home village, town, or city… until I know whether the bow with which I was wounded was a long bow or a crossbow’

The man would die and those things would still remain unknown to him.

– Cula-Malunkyovada Sutta

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Don’t look at her. Don’t say her name. Don’t tell me she’s ‘just a friend.’ Don’t tell me that you think of her as a ‘sister.’ Don’t tell me that you think she is pretty or beautiful. Don’t tell me that you like what she’s wearing. Don’t mention how skinny she is. Don’t mention how curvy she is. Don’t notice the color of her eyes. Don’t notice the color of her hair. Don’t hug her. Don’t touch her. Don’t be her friend on Facebook. Don’t follow her on Instagram. Don’t ‘like’ her selfies. Don’t comment on her pictures. Don’t tell her she looks nice today. Don’t tell me about that road trip you took with her. Don’t tell me what you did for her that one time on her birthday. Don’t tell me about how awesome her family is. Don’t tell me about the first time you kissed her. Don’t tell me about what you did in bed together. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to know. I’ll never believe you when you say she no longer means anything to you. Don’t say anything about her, not even once. If you do, I’ll never forget it. It will eat away at me forever. Because I will always look at her and see her as somebody that could make you happy, happier than I could ever make you. I’ll see her as somebody that will give you everything you want. I’ll always think she is prettier than me. I’ll always think you want her more than me. I’ll always see how soft and luscious her hair is. I’ll always see how perfect her body is. I’ll always see how big and sparkly her eyes are. I’ll always see an image of the two of you together in my head. Every time we sit down together at our favorite restaurant, I’ll wonder if the two of you went there first. When you tell me you like that new perfume I’m wearing, I’ll wonder if she used to wear it. Every time we hear a song on the radio, I’ll wonder if it makes you think of her. Every time we’re making love, I’ll wonder if you’re thinking of her. When you tell me that you like the things I do to you, I’ll wonder if she did them to you first. I’ll always wonder if, deep down, you wish you could be with her. I’ll always wonder if you miss her. I’ll always wonder if you want her back. I’ll always wonder if you’re thinking about her. I’ll never feel like I am enough for you. I’ll never feel like you truly let her go. I don’t want to hear you tell me to not be jealous, I want to see you give me every reason in the world not to be…

If you want to have a successful relationship, don’t talk about your ex’s. (via empress-601)