If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and...– Osho
Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you...– Into The Wild (via moonsiren)
If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love.– Thich Nhat Hanh (via lazyyogi)
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters...– Kahlil Gibran (via thatkindofwoman)
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance...– Rumi (via lazyyogi)
And just like that...a wave of F. Scott Fitzgerald...
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She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful:...– Neil Gaiman (via wethinkwedream)
He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he...– Lisa See, Peony in Love (via perfect)
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air,...– Starra Neely Blade (via thatkindofwoman)
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Intimacy is a path of spiritual evolution. It is through love and the expression...– Scarlet Amor
The Heart Looking for Home
I am looking for Home. I feel my wings expand like Universes out to touch the edges. My hair brushes constellations, and my fingertips reach toward God’s. Sometimes in this world, I turn to darkness. Where are your wings, my sweet one? We are not forgotten. My teeth ache, and my bones turn brittle. My flesh cries like children, and I turn to darkness. I whimper in a quiet disbelief....
Sometimes the weight I carry feels too much for one human being. Too many thoughts running through my mind. Is this the purpose of man? To constantly feel flooded with information. It’s too much. My head feels like it’s going to explode. We are human beings not human doings….ugh finals.
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Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the...– C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the...– Nora Roberts
Thick night, azure expanse Above the buildings. Flicker of neon bright signs, Billboard images boast & tease like Hungry kids on the playground. A humid night clings to her Like claws, it holds tight her groomed physique. He will torch her eyes, and a silent, torrid Fire will light up somewhere inside of her, Only to be Extinguished by moments & moaning. The fire never burning All...