It is irrating when individuals don’t place themselves into your footsteps, oversteppin their boundaries. I am my own self, you, your own self, him, him own self, her, her own self. Despite differences there is such a thing called muturity in which the days have accumulated into years of experience, could and would never percieve nor concieve such a thought, for the reason of so. It is insignificant your thoughts for you roam deep in idle talk with speculation and little certainty of reality, blabbered lips smackin spittin false accusations. It is with deep regret that we have lurked into this chamber of webs and spiders. The can is open so catch the worms.
Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.
— (via modifymecaptainxx)
Crying shows that you’re ready for spiritual growth. For transformation. But how can more wine be poured into your cup if it is already full? That is why we practice the art of emptying ourselves, for the purpose of receiving. When the tears come, let them. Let them flow. Spirituality is not about positivity or negativity, or your beliefs. It is embracing and accepting your path, each moment, on the deepest level.
I can’t afford to hate anyone, I don’t have that kind of time.
— Akira Kurosawa (via thatkindofwoman)
instead of being in love with people from now on im going to be in love with abstract nearly non-physical concepts like the reverberation of cars on concrete, window shopping, and the lack of permanence in life
There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.
— Jerry Waxman (via wordsthat-speak)
Soooo much YES