azaleadalen: I wait for you at an unexpected place in your journey like the rusted key or the feather you do not pick up until the way back -Leonard Cohen, from “The Way Back”
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
azaleadalen: “Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.” -Mary Rakow
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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.– Kurt Vonnegut (via thatkindofwoman)
As you walk look around, assess where you are, reflect on where you have been,...– John Francis, PhD. (via cosmic-rebirth)
Respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment.– Lao Tzu (via sunflowersoull)