Beyond

Danielle O'Sullivan, 18. "Life isn't about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself."

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Remember one thing always — that there is no cause to be anxious in life, and all causes are just excuses. If you decide not to be anxious, then nothing will make you anxious; there is nothing worth it. Life is such a fleeting phenomenon that is going to disappear one day. Why be bothered too much about it? We are only here for so few days. Just play the game and remain aloof. If one can remain a witness, aloof, distant from things, then anxiety is not possible. Anxiety comes into existence only when we become identified with small things. And they all pass.

Osho (via hip-)

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Snowboarded for the first time yesterday!

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Sunrise at Woodstock

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Best doggy ever

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Pretty sky

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Happiness

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Holy fuck

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Front row @ Coldplay, holy shit

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

Anaïs Nin (via iamlamour)

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Hand

[thenatureofdaylight]

I want to swallow the whole country—the dirt, the death—I just want to eat it and have it there inside me. That’s how I feel. It’s like… this appetite. I get scared sometimes—lots of times—but it’s not bad. You know? I feel close to myself. When I’m out there at night, I feel close to my own body, I can feel my blood moving, my skin and my fingernails, everything, it’s like I’m full of electricity and I’m glowing in the dark—I’m on fire almost—I’m burning away into nothing—but it doesn’t matter because I know exactly who I am. You can’t feel like that anywhere else.

Tim O’Brien; The Things They Carried (via thenatureofdaylight)

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best semester. love you newwppp

[thenatureofdaylight]

All the lights and poems inside of me trembled with a brief wind and I felt my spirit touched with a present grace. It settled me, to shade my bones in the cool of a familiar season. I remembered there is a soft unstoppable joy underneath all this sadness. I am a child...