December 2011
“Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees,...”
– Le’echappee, LD (via nirvikalpa)
Depression is not an act. Eating disorders aren't...
“I think to be alive is weird. To have hands, to have fingers, is weird. Do you...”
– Alejandro Jodorowsky (via light-essence)
1 tag
We are the Love. We are the Light. We are the One...
Exactly. Believe in Yourself and that’s believing in God.
“Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my...”
– Kozan Ichikyo, died February 12, 1360, at 77
(from Japanese Death Poems, edited by Yoel Hoffmann)
“Everything you are against weakens you. Everything you are for empowers you.”
– Wayne Dyer (via nirvikalpa)
“We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something...”
– Frederick Keonig
(via jerulo)
“Souls love. That’s what souls do. Egos don’t, but souls do. Become a soul, look...”
– Ram Dass (via nirvikalpa)
Spell your name with bands
thecrimsonfoxes:
albertis:
isetthingsonfire:
Marquette
Into It. Over It.
Ceremony
Hightide Hotel
Explosions In The Sky
Lifetime
Latterman
E! E!
Algernon Cadwallader
Loma Prieta
Banner Pilot
Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)
Ringworm
Transit
Radiohead
Oceana
Mewithoutyou
Moving Mountains
Eisley
Lydia
Exploited, The
Rage Against The Machine
Iration
Killers,...
carlosronco asked: I dig it, even though your mom is from chihuahua....
wir3d asked: Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag backs.
carlosronco asked: You're latina??
“The common expression is ‘I love you.’ But instead of ‘I love you,’ it would be...”
– Amma (Mata Amritanandamayi Devi)
3 tags
Reblog if your Mom is beautiful.
Reblogging because Jaylow’s mom is beautiful and the world should know. Lol.
8 tags
These Are My Colors For You by IloveFell
I. Blue. Ice blue. Frozen or maybe static, too far away to tell. Longing for something, something better, something more. Maybe what I really wanted was spring, flowers and grass and birdsong and rustling leaves, but I’m not sure. I don’t really think so. I think I wanted to break through the ice, the snow, the cold penetrating my fragile little-girl virgin skin and hollow fly-away...
