what it is, to me

thestorysosuckca: uoa: do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can...

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:59:00 -0700

uoa:

do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete your blog, stop eating meat, shave your head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that

this is the most inspirational thing I’ve ever read

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Tue, 21 May 2013 14:58:17 -0700

"We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn’t design and..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:58:22 -0700

“We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn’t design and operate a bumblebee’s wing. We can’t jump or run very fast, and we can’t carry vast weights like an ant can. We can’t see in the dark and we can’t fly except crammed in a noisy tube like sardines, which doesn’t count. Humans compared to animals are almost totally deaf, and we can’t smell a fart in an elevator by their standards. We are finite and separate, and neurotic, while the consciousness of an animal is at peace and eternal. We strive and go crazy to become more important. Animals rest and sleep and enjoy the company of each other. We think we have evolved upwards from animals but we have lost almost all of their qualities and abilities. The idea that animals don’t have consciousness or that they don’t have a soul is rather crass. It shows a lack of consciousness. They talk, they have families, they feel things, they act individually or together to solve problems, they often care of their young as a tribal unit. They play, they travel, and medicate themselves when they get sick. They cry when others in the herd die, they know about us humans. Of course they have a soul, a very pristine one. We humans are only now attempting with the recent rise in consciousness to achieve the soul that animals have naturally.”

- Stuart Wilde (via commovente)

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Mon, 13 May 2013 00:35:28 -0700

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Sat, 11 May 2013 23:20:27 -0700

"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 23:04:42 -0700

“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

- Andrea Gibson, Bone Burying (via 0ccultism)

In Memoriam - The Oh Hello’s

Sat, 11 May 2013 23:00:00 -0700

In Memoriam - The Oh Hello’s

"Yeah, then I saw love disfigure me Into something I am not recognizing"

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:19:00 -0700

“Yeah, then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing”

- Phosphorescent, “Song for Zula”

the cinnamon peeler's wife: i think i’m really good at making myself an outsider looking in in a...

Fri, 10 May 2013 16:53:21 -0700

the cinnamon peeler's wife: i think i’m really good at making myself an outsider looking in in a...:

commovente:

i think i’m really good at making myself an outsider looking in in a lot of situations. i’ve always been very independent but sometimes it gets lonely. i want what i can’t have and what i can’t have is the world to fill me with its colors and to take everything else away. i don’t consider myself a person as much as i consider myself an empty vessel that takes and takes and takes and tries to convey all of everything in smaller and smaller words. i can’t write poetry anymore because i feel like a landmine and don’t know where to stop without exploding myself into millions of little pieces. there is never enough time to take a breath and erase yourself clean, lose yourself in words and books and have the freedom to disappear. there is always so much movement, so much flux, so much world that i’m missing and i don’t have enough lives to live them from every angle that i want to live them.

profound

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:17:50 -0700

profound

seaembraces: The Tree of Life, 2011

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:05:00 -0700

seaembraces:

The Tree of Life, 2011

"Will you tolerate the strangeness inside of me, the quirks of my soul?"

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:04:16 -0700

“Will you tolerate
the strangeness inside of me,
the quirks of my soul?”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

Rhonniedatech: Someone just read into my soul

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 19:58:33 -0700

Rhonniedatech: Someone just read into my soul:

rhonniedatech2:

“I have found that I don’t need a lot of consistent communication to feel close with someone.

I don’t really need to chat with anyone everyday or for several weeks for that matter, because I’m an empathetic person and have a good intuition of what others are thinking, feeling, processing, etc. It doesn’t have to be verbally communicated. If they’re not around me I still get this fulfillment from thinking about them. I think a lot about the people I care about.

If I do go a long time without talking to someone it’s easy for me to reconnect with them and feel close with them after a hiatus. It feels like nothing ever happened. Some people really thrive when it comes to discussing daily conversation, talking about the small happenings and little details, and need to always be connected to feel close but I don’t”

when you feel you have lost everything, you still have

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 19:50:24 -0700

dearscience:

books

unexpected kindness in strangers

the rest of the world to travel

languages to learn

animals to take care of

volunteer work to do

the power of a good night’s rest

the changing of seasons

infinite things to learn

billions of people to meet and possibly love

billions of people who might love you back

Quote of the Day, from Mr. Rogers

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 18:06:28 -0700

adulting:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’”

― Fred Rogers

"Reality is wrong. Dreams are real."

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 00:03:40 -0700

“Reality is wrong. Dreams are real.”

- Tupac Shakur

extraneous-details: #Amsterdam I saw the same thing in...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 23:39:56 -0700

extraneous-details:

#Amsterdam

I saw the same thing in Chinatown, in New York City last year. Is this the world’s way of presenting me with dots that it wants me to connect?

"The masses of men lead lives of quiet desperation."

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 23:37:18 -0700

“The masses of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”

- Henry David Thoreau

"Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one..."

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 00:49:45 -0700

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”

- Timothy Leary (via francesvhale)

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Sat, 30 Mar 2013 00:49:00 -0700