The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it.
Gene Amole (via weltenwellen)
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it.
Gene Amole (via weltenwellen)
101-Year-Old Man Runs Marathons for Women’s Rights
101-year-old Fauja Singh, known as the Turbaned Tornado, began running marathons at the age of 89 to cope with the death of his wife. Now, in the wake of the fatal rape of student Jyoti Singh Pandey, Fauja has begun running to raise awareness for women’s rights in India. Pacifist Fauja, who doesn’t believe in the death penalty but instead the power of education and social movement, has stated that it pains him to live in a world where his “daughters, granddaughters and great-granddaughters are not safe.”
Sikh greatness
~Gurneet
“Your life matters, your purpose matters, your heart matters and you having a life that you dreamed about is not impossible.”
“I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.”
—Nan Goldin
I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.
Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his sister, Wil.
30 April 1889
(via suchvodka)
“I feel like I’m on autopilot every day. I go to work, go home, listen to some music, smoke my blunt, and go to sleep. And that’s a scary place to be. Cause I’ve got dreams.”
So take a deep breath. You don’t need to have everything figured out yet.
I don’t think you know what this post means to me right now.
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Kicking Back (by Kerstyn Inouye)
Only a foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.
cmbchristine (via psych-facts)
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Scott ain’t ever lied.