PinkPolitiks Venice, California

disease:

“But whatever is repressed returns later, and often in disguise, to claim its due.”

— Roberto Assagioli (via funeral)

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lazyyogi:

To be gentle is a magnificent practice.

Gentleness is not weak, it is very strong. When you hold an infant, you must be gentle but you must also be firm. You cannot be weak or you will drop and harm the baby.

Gentleness is focused. When we are absent-minded or inattentive, we can be hurtful and damaging. It takes presence and awareness to be gentle.

At the same time, gentleness allows us to be relaxed and humorous, authentic without tension and contrivance.

Practice your gentleness.

Be gentle towards yourself. Be gentle towards nature. Be gentle towards other people.

(via infectious-awareness)

sobverbosentir:
“ Safwan Dahoul
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sobverbosentir:

Safwan Dahoul

(via uncensoredhijabii)

luminous-void:
“Outrega Anderson, Ain Soph Aur, 2011
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luminous-void:

Outrega Anderson, Ain Soph Aur, 2011

(via uncensoredhijabii)

cottaegecore:

when you start reading again and it’s like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

(via rose1water)

rose1water:

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— Hāfez

petitjeanofficial:

This Sky
Where we live

Is no place to lose your wings

So love, love,
Love.

- Hafiz

fairydrowning:

“You know, love doesn’t mean "l never want you to change.” But I don’t think it means “I don’t care if you change” either. So I suppose it might mean, “I believe that you’ll always be the person I adore.” A declaration of faith, perhaps.“

– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili” on Tumblr

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soulprintss:

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You return like autumn. And I fall every time

soulprintss:

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📍نابلس، فلسطين

soulprintss:

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What if God asked you about my sadness?

soulprintss:

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Your eyes are like Baghdad, beautiful even in sorrow

soulprintss:

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You look like peace in the eyes of a people tired of wars.

soulprintss:

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“ I threw my troubles in the sea and the fish came out weeping.”

I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another until I drop -Jack Kerouak