Daily Wanderer
wears long floaty stuff so she doesn't forget that she's only connected to the Earth by the very tips of her toes.
Remember the clear light, the pure clear white light from which everything in the universe comes, to which everything in the universe returns; the original nature of your own mind. The natural state of the universe unmanifest. Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it. It is your own true nature, it is home.
Tibetan Book of the Dead
This loosens my heart; drops it into a lower gear. Twists my nerves and lightens my mind;I am dead;you are dead. GOOD DAY TO YU
(via cougarchild)
(Source: slychedelic, via chaosofthecosmos)
Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.
Timothy Leary (via velvetpenis)
(Source: autumninsanskrit, via chaosofthecosmos)
The girl with a future avoids a man with a past.
Evan Esar || onedocumentedobsession (via thatkindofwoman)
(via thatkindofwoman)
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(via soundandfury)
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping … waiting … and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir … open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us … guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love … the clarity of hatred … the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
Joss Whedon (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
The Tracey Fragments (via misswallflower)
(via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
