Just Smile

"Those faces you see everyday on the street were not created entirely without thought: be kind to them: for they have: escaped." - Charles Bukowski

[thoughtkick]

“The heart surrenders everything to the moment.The mind judges and holds back.”

— Ram Dass

[depressioncomix]

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[thoughtkick]

“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

[thoughtkick]

“You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“Some day this pain will be useful.”

— Unknown

[triinibby]

[frommyfavoritebooks]

some people don’t even  have to die to haunt you

ghost 

- please love me at my worst, michaela angemeer

[sorrowfulnightsdiaries]

“Love always comes back to haunt me.”

— 08.13

[iamzintle]

“escaping your scent has been the root of it all. for i have forgotten the way your mouth annunciated your lies. the loveless eyes that lusted after this skin. but that scent, it haunts me by strange men that pass by, they approach me with the same demeanor as you.”

— he is everywhere and nowhere // zintle ramano

[nas-17]

if we no longer talk, I'm still wishin u the best

[i-me-myselfs-stuff]

Be patient with yourself , nothing in nature blooms all year

[motivationsforlife]

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[thoughtkick]

“People don’t believe what you tell them. They rarely believe what you show them. They often believe what their friends tell them. They always believe what they tell themselves.”

— Seth Godin

[sasa-lives-here]

I can't find you in anyone else, and yet I have to.

[1anonyymous1]

“For you, I would.”

[tamoka]

[thoughtkick]

“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle