The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear to all of it. And as long as there is a place where your vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.
Albert Camus (via purplebuddhaproject)

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jheneaiko:

yes, please

jheneaiko:

yes, please


jheneaiko:

yes, please

jheneaiko:

yes, please


kateoplis:

My favorite images of 2013, Part lV (Pt lllPt ll / Pt l)

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natalieff:

Blood Red City

natalieff:

Blood Red City


I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
Charles Bukowski, Screams From the Balcony (via ideaorideal)

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tristamateer:

I am an experiment in dirty laundry and caffeine consumption,
and you are the only mess
that I have never known how to sweep under a rug.
Once, you told me that you wished my heart
might be filled with hummingbirds instead of stones.
I hope that you understand what I mean when I tell you
that I am itching to be a thief in your night,
but I know you are not ready for the weight of us.

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maza-dohta:

Pain
is holding
a flame inside of you
and allowing it 
to burn in silence.

 © 2013 Maza - Dohta

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