#inerself

[kurahlife]

Dentro de mim estão virtudes, qualidades, competência, sabedoria e inteligência que fazem da minha vida feliz, realizada, ampla, simples e grandiosa....por @marcoscasuo #Gratidao _______________________________________________ #amorpropio #luz #felicidade #inerself #empreendedordesucesso https://www.instagram.com/p/B132Zd5pjiM/?igshid=1nfya2ixindy4

[anahataspirit]

They keep saying that beautiful is something a girl needs to be.But honestly? Forget that. Don't be beautiful. Be angry, be intelligent, be witty, be klutzy, be interesting, be funny, be adventurous, be crazy, be talented - there are an eternity of other things to be other than beautiful. And what is beautiful anyway? But a set of letters strung together to make a word? Be your own definition of amazing, always. That's what should be important... #sketchjournal #coffeeandpens #inspirationmood #inerself #blackandwhite #wordsandpens #bestrong #nikitagill #aquariusgirl (at Bath, Somerset)

[drpompado]

#good #bad #yingyang #balance #inerself #shoutout #princeofwillemstad (at Café Zalloon)

[gentle-inclination]

”Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

[storyabouthope]

No matter how hard I tried I can't run away from myself It's like all the little dark pieces are trying to break me To destroy me To torture me Until I fall to pieces

storyabouthope

[andresketchart]

“Falling” was another aquarelle i made last year. 

It was also made when I was not very well.

Watercolor on paper

[andresketchart]

“Emotional Drowning” is the name of this painting it already made a year since i made it. 

I made it in the bigining of a dificult time. When a shroud of darkness coverd me.

Watercolor on paper.