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Don’t promise when you’re happy,
Don’t reply when you’re angry and
Don’t decide when you’re sad.
anon  (via sexual-feelings)

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Anonymous said: Why'd you disappear

I’m hereeee

(Reblogged from wilettaa)
It takes courage… to endure the sharp pains of self discovery rather than choose to take the dull pain of unconsciousness that would last the rest of our lives.
Marianne Williamson (via liberatingreality)
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red-lipstick:

Huang Yong Ping (French, b. 1954 in Xiamen, Fujian province, China) - Leviathanation which is part of an exhibition called Tracing the Milky Way,  2011     Installation: Fiberglass, Stuffed Animals, Train

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The greatest thing you can do for any other being is provide the unconditional love which comes from making contact with that place in them which is beyond conditions, which is just pure consciousness, pure essence. That is, once we acknowledge each other as existing, just being here, just being, then each of us is free to change optimally. If I can just love you because here we are, then you are free to grow as you need to grow, because none of it’s going to change my feeling of love.
Ram Dass (via theuniverseworks)
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I have a strong tendency
to look over my shoulder
for you, and it is giving me
a horrible pain in my neck
these days. Was that your
voice or my own, telling me
to look straight ahead?

The past calls me home,
but it is time to live
somewhere else.
(Reblogged from aestheticintrovert)

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

(Reblogged from lifebykyla)