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16:21"Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness." — Paint it Black by Janet Fitch (via seabois)

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“  Okay, Ophelia by Jeannine Hall Gailey.
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15:01"When you accept 100% responsibility for everything that shows up in your reality because you somehow participate in its creation, you can no longer be the victim of anyone or anything else outside of you." — Bruce P. Grether, The Secret of the Golden Phallus  (via uni-tea)

(via mentalalchemy)

pikeys:
“ Self Portrait (With Arms), by Addie Price x Tumblr
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15:01"The moon is a white strange world… The moon that pulls the tides, and the moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. When we describe the moon as dead we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void we are describing our own unbearable emptiness." — D.H. Lawrence, Introduction to The Dragon of the Apocalypse by Frederick Carter  (via pyur)

(via mentalalchemy)

15:00"

It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.

—Albert Einstein (via allthingssoulful)

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(via mentalalchemy)

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00:02"My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn." — Louis Adamic (via moonhymns)

(Source: wordpainting, via moonhymns)

23:26
Negativity is something that appears to give you pleasure, but really gives you pain.

Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

22:43"I find that somehow, by shifting the focus of attention, I become the very thing I look at, and experience the kind of consciousness it has; I become the inner witness of the thing. I call this capacity of entering other focal points of consciousness, love; you may give it any name you like.

Love says ‘I am everything’. Wisdom says ‘I am nothing’. Between the two, my life flows. Since at any point of time and space I can be both the subject and the object of experience, I express it by saying that I am both, and neither, and beyond both." — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj  (via light-essence)

(Source: lazyyogi, via goldpersonified)

22:41"there is ghazal swimming inside of her, wanting to be born. on the matter of foretelling, of small miracles, cactus flowers in bloom on this city fire escape, where inside your tongue touches every inch of her skin, where you lay your hand on her belly and sleep. here, she fingers the ornate remains of ancient mosques. here, some mythic angel will rise from the dust of ancestors’ bones. this is where you shall worship, at the intersections of distilled deities and memory’s sharp edges. the country is quite a poetic place; water and rock contain verse and metaphor, even wild grasses reply in rhyme. you are not broken. she knows this having captured a moment of lucidity; summer lightning bugs, sun’s rays in a jelly jar.

this is not a love poem, but a cove to escape the flux, however momentary. she is still a child, confabulating the fantastic; please do not erode her wonder for the liquid that is your language. there is thunderstorm in her chest, wanting to burst through her skin. this is neither love poem nor plea. this is not river, nor stone." — Barbara Jane Reyes, Asking (via yesyes)
artisticmoods:
“ Human Zoo. By Tang Nannan.
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