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@radilluminoid
I’ve been trying to bring me closer to me lately. Trying to make things for the right reasons and allowing myself to be quiet if I need to because I’ve been here before and I know that swimming against the current does nothing and that the best thing to do, is float. And so I’m floating and in the floating, I am finding a kind of simple peace. Wherever you are, I send some of that peace, and my love, to you. Thank you for your time, Iain. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDjTg1oB22F/?igshid=2zssys9nivuc
Nice Guys Get More Sex? | psych2go
Meanwhile me:
The myth buster to the phrase “nice guys finish last”!
We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.
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Fibonacci
[Unanticipated Arrival]
The Seven Bodies
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I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait. (via wordsnquotes)
Selfishly addicted to a life that I depicted conflicted cause it’s not reality Oh what’s left of me, I beg you desperately cause me to agree with what I know is best for me Please save me from myself, I need you, save me from myself please save me from myself so I can heal The chocies that I’ve made, oh have been nothing but mistakes what a wasted use of space, should I die before I wake In all of my religion, I’ve fortified this prison obligated to obey the demands of bad decisions Please save me from myself, I need you to save me from myself, please save me from myself so I can heal And then he came Selah, oh and it means Praise and meditation
© beauty in the madness 2017
“Somewhere”
Lygia Pape, Untitled (from the series Weaving), 1959 woodcut on paper, 24.4 x 24.8 cm
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