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happy things: Resilience

julie911:

Sometimes, when I’m hurting a lot, or I’m having trouble with my memory or my walking or my balance, it actually helps to curse and cry and pity myself terribly for a few moments. And over the past year I’ve learned a few tricks, if you want to call them that, that keep me from…

bohemea:

Michael Parkes

bohemea:

Michael Parkes

"It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born." - Jack Kerouac (via thechocolatebrigade)

(via pillow-book)

xoxowildchild:

(via imreallyamermaid, sunnysailor)

Tweeted this, then my sister found the image :O)

xoxowildchild:

(via imreallyamermaid, sunnysailor)

Tweeted this, then my sister found the image :O)

masochisticbeauty:

I don’t want to awaken alone anymore.  I want it to be your arms that hold me through the night.  I want your lips to greet me in the morning sun.  I want my first and last vision to be of your face.  Those rugged lines, the intense gaze watching over me as I fall to sleep.
Morning, my Heart

masochisticbeauty:

I don’t want to awaken alone anymore.  I want it to be your arms that hold me through the night.  I want your lips to greet me in the morning sun.  I want my first and last vision to be of your face.  Those rugged lines, the intense gaze watching over me as I fall to sleep.

Morning, my Heart

My sister apparently took this while we were sleeping and set it as my phone background -_-;

This morning I woke up to chills as, “Baby, I want to fuck you.” was whispered in my ear…

Good morning! :)

My sister apparently took this while we were sleeping and set it as my phone background -_-;

This morning I woke up to chills as, “Baby, I want to fuck you.” was whispered in my ear…

Good morning! :)

bohemea:

hfgl:

H.O.L.Y lara, cover of next Vogue Paris cover.

This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life!

bohemea:

hfgl:

H.O.L.Y lara, cover of next Vogue Paris cover.

This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life!

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