December 2011
When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.
– Rumi (via yogaprivatelessons)
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You have set my life
on fire my love; never have
I loved the warmth more.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Life can be magnificent and overwhelming — that is the whole tragedy. Without...
– Albert Camus (via julie911)
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Vegan baking tips with Carl Sagan
vegangirls:
Today’s episode: Cupcakes.
Before one can bake vegan cupcakes from scratch, one must first: create the universe.
downtime,
what song should i learn for the guitar?!
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Love is distinct from desire… Because its aim is not satisfaction, but being.
– Jacques Lacan, Seminar I, trans. John Forrester (via proustitute)
It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of...
– Bhagavad Gita (via ancora-imparo)
Your Diagnosis →
Blustering through the world with the finesse of a thunderstorm, you are a natural leader, a creator of consensus. You will often plan out the future in deliberate and at times frustrating detail. This ability to create and to plan is sometimes expressed as a facility for the telling of tall tales.Your friends often find themselves assigned tasks or roles within the group. This can be very useful...
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100/236
136 more days ain’t too shabby… jokes, it really is a lot more days until i can hold her.
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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps...
– Charles Bukowski (Love is a Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977)
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He who has a ‘why’ to live, can bear with almost any ‘how.’
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via cariosus)
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it is not every day
that one can say, “hey. i got a little bit older today.” it is not every day that one sinks and swells with the motions of “perhaps i will not be here next year” “perhaps they will not be here next year” to ricochet off beliefs of “there never is an end” only to conclude with ”it only matters that you tried.” it is not a sad tone that...
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It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
– Charles Bukowski (via azelie)