My pretties, making my room shine.

My pretties, making my room shine.

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Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust…. and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

—  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via emptylotus)

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kaleigh-marie:

If your thighs touch then you’re one step closer to being a mermaid so who’s the real winner here

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Someone once told me a story about long term relationships. To think of them as a continent to explore. I could spend a lifetime backpacking through Africa, and I would still never know all there is to know about that continent. To stay the course, to stay intentional, to stay curious and connected – that’s the heart of it. But it’s so easy to lose track of the trail, to get tired, to want to give up, or to want a new adventure. It can be so easy to lose sight of the goodness and mystery within the person sitting right in front of you.

—  Joy Williams (via andthestarcatcher)

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like crazy (2011)

like crazy (2011)

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Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

—  Rumi (via hommedelamachine)

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I asked,

Where is your home, beautiful moon?

She said,

In the wreck of your drunken heart. I am the sun shining into your ruin. Long may you call this wild wasteland your home.

—  

Rumi

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Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.

—  Harold Whitman

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wnderlst:

Surat Thani, Thailand

wnderlst:

Surat Thani, Thailand

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psychedelic-earth:

♥

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The tongue like a sharp knife… kills without drawing blood.

—  Buddha

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All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

—  Buddha (via wilde4words)

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