randomshwt:

i’d add “forever” but now i’m not so sure_ :P

leitmotivs:

"food will not be as important from now on."

"only thing stopping me is myself. so outta the way!"

"i refuse to be average."_

Charlotte Gainsbourg - Hey Joe
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Charlotte Gainsbourg - Hey Joe

from Lars Von Trier’s "Nymphomaniac" (Soundtrack)

(Source: imbourbon)

cas-wants-the-dean:

Social anxiety isn’t cool.

ADD/ADHD isn’t cool.

OCD isn’t cool.

Bipolar disorder isn’t cool.

Depression isn’t cool.

Cutting isn’t cool.

Phobias aren’t cool.

Trauma isn’t cool.

Sleep disorders aren’t cool.

Eating disorders aren’t cool.

They’re real things, they’re scary, and pretending you have them is just obnoxious and an insult.

more people need to understand this^

(Source: hopelesssly-imperfect)

Just let go. Let go of how you thought your life should be, and embrace the life that is trying to work its way into your consciousness.
Caroline Myss  (via lsd-soaked-tampon)

(Source: onherway)

Seriously?

(Source: cheiloprocliticx)

Instante

I COULD HAVE SHOWN YOU THERE ARE HEAVENS EVERYWHERE
— (via oroptimism)

(Source: comeinternet)

optical-art:

Technicolor

Whoahh

NOT

“If we grew our own food, we wouldn’t waste a third of it today” is one of Mark’s examples as to why it’s important a reconnection with natural/source living is established. “If we made our own tables and chairs, we wouldn’t throw them out the moment we changed the interior décor. If we had to clean our own water, we probably wouldn’t shit in it”.
To stand face to face with insecurity is still not to understand it. To understand it, you must not face it but be it. It is like the Persian story of the sage who came to the door of Heaven and knocked. From within the voice of God asked, “Who is there” and the sage answered, “It is I.” “In this House,” replied the voice, “there is no room for thee and me.” So the sage went away, and spent many years pondering over this answer in deep meditation. Returning a second time, the voice asked the same question, and again the sage answered, “It is I.” The door remained closed. After some years he returned for the third time, and, at his knocking, the voice once more demanded, “Who is there?” And the sage cried, “It is thyself!” The door was opened.

Nimitta

Humans

Gaga