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[Katya]

"Mi n'cre ser bu unica mudjer ki ta completa bu vida intera"

[Padme]

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

— Rumi

Edited by Padme, 30 August 2015 - 04:00 PM.

[Susie]

[Rocket]

[Susie]

[Padme]

Edited by Padme, 31 August 2015 - 10:50 PM.

[NapisaurusRex]

 

Everyone needs to do this. It's amazing.

[Rocket]

 

Everyone needs to do this. It's amazing.

 

That means I've gotta leave my house right? 

[NapisaurusRex]

That means I've gotta leave my house right? 

I don't.

[Katya]

[NapisaurusRex]

"I have a ‘carpe diem’ mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day. They make me want to slap a dead poet." - Joanne Sherman

[Rocket]

I love this, it's one of my favorite instagram posts

[Swar]

"Think of it as a Kardashian. What it lacks in refinement it makes up for in cargo space." - Mozzie (White Collar) about a plane.

[Katya]

[Menthix]

"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[Rocket]

The truth is never as painful as discovering a lie.

[Katya]

"I don’t just want your heart.
I want your flesh,
your skin and blood and bones,
your voice,

your thoughts,
your pulse,
and most of all your fingerprints,
everywhere."

Isobel Thrilling

[Ali]

"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing." - Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart.

And a lot of song lyrics. Everything Matt Berninger has ever written. I have "Be brave and be kind" by The National as a tattoo.

[Romy]

 

Sums up my opinion of this thread.

[GetJinxed]

A man cannot directly choose his circumstances, but he can choose his thoughts, and so indirectly, yet surely, shape his circumstances. - James Allen

 

[Coops]

“You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.” - Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

[Katya]

"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing." - Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart.

And a lot of song lyrics. Everything Matt Berninger has ever written. I have "Be brave and be kind" by The National as a tattoo.

 
That's so beautiful.
 
And I'm not surprised at all about the The National tattoo.
 
 
 

“You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.” - Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

 
That sounds like a good reading.
 
 
 
 
"When I think about it, I have no idea who you are, but that's not important. What matters is that we care about each other."
José Saramago, Death with Interruptions

[DonValentino]

   Lying awake in the dark of the cave he thought he heard a whistling as he used to when he was a boy in his bed in the dark and he'd hear his father on the road coming home whistling, a lonely piper, but the only sound was the stream where it ran down through the cavern to empty it may be in unknown sees at the center of the earth.

   He dreamt that night that he rode through woods on a low ridge. Below him he could see deer in a meadow where the sun fell on the grass. The grass was still wet and the deer stood in it to their elbows. He could feel the spine of the mule rolling under him and he gripped the mule's barrel with his legs. Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.

 

Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

[Fikri]

"perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away." - french writer antoine de saint-exuper.

 

was reading about minimalism.

[DonValentino]

“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.”

—Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them