paint burns in my bones

paper, oatmeal and pijamas ~ instagram: @nightskynumber2

[love]

“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.” This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974

[danger]

[vhord]

[etherealvistas]

Drei Zinnen, Dolomites, Italy by Andre Struik

[sweetnovember19]

[birdasaurus]

Omocado

[vacilandoelmundo]

[demonslutbaby-deactivated201806]

[wallflower-musings]

[danger]

[tiding-deactivated20240303]

[perrfectly]

[driflloon]

[hatethetrip]

[purplebuddhaproject]

Our mind is greedy; it is always after some gain, some profit, some achievement. It goes on asking, ‘What will I gain if I go to the ocean? What will I achieve if I seek samadhi or nirvana or emptiness?’ We always ask what we are going to achieve, and we never ask – which is what one should ask – ‘How did we lose ourselves in this rat race for gains and achievements?’ On the face of it, we have achieved every thing: we have achieved wealth, power, prestige, everything. And in this very pursuit we have lost ourselves; we have completely lost ourselves. We have now everything – except ourselves.

Osho (via purplebuddhaproject)

[goodreadss]

Arm of the Seine near Giverny at Sunrise Claude Monet - 1897

[goodreadss]