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wordswordsworlds:

Those moments where you desperately want to say something but your mind just

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unvivid:

it’s weird how body parts are considered sacred and secret when you can just take someone’s clothes off and see them, whereas someone’s personality or sense of humour or opinions and mind are all literally invisible, like there’s no way to see what someone’s mind is like without their consent. why don’t we glorify minds more than bodies, aren’t they more sacred and special?

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terminaladdictionkrvs:

Robert Dinero giving direction in A Bronx Tale

terminaladdictionkrvs:

Robert Dinero giving direction in A Bronx Tale

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— 3 days ago with 166 notes
"Peace can be made only by those who are peaceful, and love can be shown only by those who love. No work of love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now."
Alan Watts (via lazyyogi)
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"You don’t have to let go of anything. You have to realize that everything has let go of you. You are not attached to anything in reality. Everything will die and change regardless of your love and attachment."
Lazy Yogi  (via lazyyogi)

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lolsofunny:

Best response to the “are you on your period?” question goes to Leonardo DiCaprio

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— 4 days ago with 211282 notes
"Isn’t it funny? I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you."
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via lazyteen)

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— 4 days ago with 1836 notes
"a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go"
e.e. cummings (via milkthistles)

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— 4 days ago with 15148 notes
"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."
Fernando Pessoa (via milkthistles)

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