Repeating This Like A Mantra 🧘🏾‍♀️

Every time you can’t find the right words just remember that most of the time there is no need to verbalize at all. There’s nothing more poetic than your own inner silence. There’s nothing more outstandingly beautiful or terrifying than the thoughts which are “stubborn” enough to find no expression at the time. Accept restlessness. Accept temporary incapacity of eloquence or mindful, concrete realization. Cherish complexity, confusion and silence. Cherish the current flow of your own being. What doesn’t immediately come out, stays inside; but that shall not scare you. Look deeply into it all. And have patience. 

Freedom or safe mode?

Consciousness. Wakefulness of the spirit. Passionate sensitivity. Psychic, emotional and spiritual oppenness.

(What is safe mode? I don’t know her and don’t want to know her.)

I deserve a gentle love after all the shit I’ve had to put up with

young autistic catholic wedding photos

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Arthur Rimbaud, from The Complete Works of Arthur Rimbaud; "Deserts of Love,"

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

“Mad people, people who stand alone and burn. I’m attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.”

— Susan Sontag, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)

this coffee tastes like i can still have a beautiful life

Albert Camus, from Caligula & Other Plays; "State of Siege: A Play in Three Parts,"

Sorrowful but tender to visit to the grave of my important girl. Rest on, Sylvia.