March 2012
104 posts
“Be yourself. Life is precious as it is. All the elements for your happiness are...”
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via 365daysyoga)
I hate that I allow myself to think that things could be any different. Especially when it’s been said that that will not be the case.
I need to stop allowing myself to put my emotions into someone who is not willing to do the same.
Move forward. Looking back leads to nothing but disappointments and heartache.
#FebruaryTaughtMe
untoldmanifests:
…about people. People can and will change at any given moment. For better or for worse. Especially when their heart is involved.
Noted.
February 2012
272 posts
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Eventually, one gets tired of carrying around the past. It’s understandable that it has helped shaped a person into who they’ve become but after awhile, growing because harder and harder as one is burdened more and more.
Growth cannot happen without cutting off the vines that tie you to all you were. They inhibit you from becoming what you can be. Let it all go and watch how much...
The beauty that lies in your every eyelash, every scar and dimple. Every loc, hair follicle and toenail… Is simply too wonderful to be put into words.
Watcheightsixsevenfivethreeohnine:
ilove-prettygirls-and-waffles:
thethuglifeishard:
theycallmedom:
yololola:
O.O
Love Miss Prada
*screams and throws holy water at the screen*
http://www.eurweb.com/2012/02/rihanna-is-tina-turne... →
Kemetically Ankhtified: Why you shouldn't cut your... →
pinealglands:
Hair is an extension of the nervous system, it can be correctly seen as exteriorized nerves, a type of highly evolved ‘feelers’ or ‘antennae’ that transmit vast amounts of important information to the brain stem, the limbic system, and the neocortex.
The mammalian…
I’ll have to research this further. Interesting
We’re not going to get anywhere if we continue hanging on and bringing up things that have happened in the past. Either let it go or watch it drag us down.
“I will wrap you up in me
So that my love
Rubs off— like the dust of a moth— on...”
– “wrap you up in me” by nicole m. spinelli, from my upcoming book Seamless
http://www.nicolespinelli.com (via arteatslove)
“Now because the majority of abortions are performed in the first trimester, if...”
– JON STEWART, on Virginia’s inhumane, inhuman and shameful “personhood” law that requires women wanting to get an abortion to, in essence, be subject to rape, on The Daily Show (via inothernews)
“The moment you feel you are no longer dependent on anyone, a deep coolness and a...”
– Osho (via loveyourchaos)
“My love is sure, it’s not either or. There is no uncertainty, it’s...”
– @radio
I will remind myself to be grateful for every struggle, every hardship and every chance to prevail through them. Every day is a blessing.
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Nostalgic Souls: My name is Gossip. I have no... →
nostalgic-souls:
My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice. I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives. I am cunning, malicious and gather strength with age. The more I am quoted, the more I am believed. I flourish at every level of society. My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves…
I don’t usual drink away my problems but tonight was that night. I sat at the bar drowning my sorrows in shot after shot of sake. I don’t even know how I made it home. I’ve retyped this four times. Autocorrect is failing me. But I got it. sushi and sake along with two woodchucks. I will be throwing up soon. SOON.
You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict...
thespunkywallflower:
~Outkast
“You’re a relationship hopper because you’re unhappy with yourself....”
– @TitFor_TATT
“And the point if it all”
Uncle Chris: A continuation of an explanation →
poe-ettic:
Here I will attempt to describe my idea of what consciousness is in relation to everything else.
For the sake of argument, picture a blank sheet of paper that extends into infinity. This piece of paper will signify the entirety of existence. You can mark any two places on that sheet of paper and…
I wish I could take a plane to Lin. If there’s anyone who could lift my spirits, when I fail on my own, it’s her.
It’s hard when I see someone reblog my post that deal with the deepest, darkest and most painful parts of my life. I’d never ever want anyone to be able to relate. To feel what I feel. Yet, there’s a small small small comfort in knowing that someone has a human connection to me. Reminds me that I’m not as alone in this as I feel.
Beautiful- India Arie
The time is right
I’m gonna pack my bags
And take that journey down the road
Cause over the mountain I see the bright sun shinning
And I want to live inside the glow
Yeah
I wanna go to place where I am nothing and everything
That exists between here and nowhere
I wanna got to a place where time has no consequence oh yeah
The sky opens to my prayers
I wanna go to beautiful,...
“When I think about the turn my life has taken
I know it’s because of you,...”
January 19, 2012
The magnetic energy of the trumpet.
Funky melody of the bass.
Just a taste pouring from my speakers
Puts me at peace.
As I ease out of my funk.
And my vibe becomes electric relaxation.
Sadly, I don’t have anyone I’m comfortable talking to, so all of this just stays on my mental. Ever since I was a little girl, writing was the only way I felt comfortable expressing myself. People, imperfect human beings, tended to use my weaknesses and hardships against me. And ever since then, it’s just been hard opening up to people. So now when I do and I get shut down, it...
I can definitely see my guard going back up and me creating distance between myself and others. If this is what “friendship” is, then these people can keep it. Mess isn’t even worth it anymore, and I have definitely been learning that lesson over the past three years. All because I decided I wanted to come out of my shell. When you don’t get close to people, you don’t...
After awhile… Enough gets to be TRULY enough. That “awhile” is right now.
December 2, 2011
Setting foot on the ship—
I allow it to take me to sea.
I am greeted by the open waters and solitude.
The salty smell penetrates my nostrils—
Stinging a bit with its pungency.
I am enshrouded by the warm sunlight.
And I am ready for the— bitter sweet—
Journey ahead.