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What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild Iris blooms
by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?

Rumi

(via jesoutiensque)

When it snowed, she would be part of it, falling softly to earth, rising up again with the snow’s evaporation. When it rained, she would be there in the spectral arch that spanned from firth to ground. She would help to wreathe the fields in mists, and yet would always be transparent to the stars. She would live forever.
Michael Faber (via thatlitsite)
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
David Mitchell (via thatlitsite)

See the sunlight, we ain’t stopping, keep on dancing Till the World Ends

The supreme.

wildlingprince:

- I want you

- You’ll never have me

Those teeth.

That’s me

That’s me

A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.

flower talk… 

from Zen Shin Talks  (via simulated)

When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via silver-blonde)

You.

khdog73:

DON’T EVEN TRY TO SAY CHOWDER WASN’T GREAT

khdog73:

DON’T EVEN TRY TO SAY CHOWDER WASN’T GREAT