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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Oct 12, 2014 / 358 notes
Our journey is not measured in how many miles we’ve traveled, it’s measured in how much we’ve changed.
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She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.
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The masses have never thirsted after truth. They demand illusions, and cannot do without them. They constantly give what is unreal precedence over what is real; they are almost as strongly influenced by what is untrue as by what is true. They have an evident tendency not to distinguish between the two.
Sigmund Freud, Group Psychology and The Analysis of The Ego  (via quantoestvita)

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We forget we’re mostly water till the rain falls and every atom in our body starts to go home.
Albert Huffstickler, We Forget  (via saintofsass)

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Aug 31, 2014 / 4,078 notes
Seduction is about intelligence and wit. Someone who makes me laugh has every chance to seduce me.
Riccardo Tisci   (via thatkindofwoman)

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Aug 25, 2014 / 52,119 notes
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe  (via asimetricna-vagina)

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Aug 21, 2014 / 1,700 notes
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.
Sierra Demulder, Love, Forgive Me (via saintofsass)

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Aug 17, 2014 / 98,762 notes
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
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The point of simple living, for me has got to be: a soft place to land, a wide margin of error, room to breathe, lots of places to find baseline happiness in each and every day.
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Aug 15, 2014 / 1,457 notes

A 1887 handwritten draft of Whitman’s 1865 poem “O Captain! My Captain!
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A 1887 handwritten draft of Whitman’s 1865 poem “O Captain! My Captain!

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Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.
Robin Williams, Jack (1996)

Thank you for being spectacular.  (via danneelwinchester)

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I hope people are standing on their desks today !

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