what’s with the zZzzZz

what’s with the zZzzZz

Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

Pablo Neruda

(Source: aoacampbell)

Blue.

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

Sensei Ogui, Zen Shin Talks

(Source: purplebuddhaproject)

houseofdawn:

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the best brunch in town is still the best brunch in town. (At Sandro)

the best brunch in town is still the best brunch in town. (At Sandro)

Another day, another wedding.

Another day, another wedding.

hermionejg:

SAY YOU WILL BE THERE

Khaled’s friend (whom I’ve never met) had a dream of me and this is what happened:

'your wife had rainbow coloured hair. She was a huge mystery in the dream as she changed appearance all the time and lived in the past and future'

I literally had goosebumps. I don’t think I’ve ever seem more relevant description of my soul.

To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

(Source: psych-facts)

Time to shoot a wedding ✨

Time to shoot a wedding ✨

The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation, but thoughts about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking.

Eckhart Tolle 

(Source: niadil)

Island,
different from every angle.
Every headland,
opens a new world

You’re an island too.
You have much more world in you,
than you ever knew.

Island,
different from every angle.
Every headland,
opens a new world

You’re an island too.
You have much more world in you,
than you ever knew.

Alfredo Jaar, 1995

Alfredo Jaar, 1995

أدمنت احزاني
فصرت اخاف ان لا احزنا
I got addicted to my sorrows,
Until I have gotten scared of not being sorrowed.

وطعنت آلافا من المرات
حتى صار يوجعني بان لا اطعنا
And I was stabbed thousands of times,
Until it felt painful not to be stabbed.

ولعنت في كل اللغات
حتى صار يقلقني بان لا العنا
And I was cursed in all the languages,
Until I started being nervous of not being cursed.

ولقد تشابهت كل البلاد
فلا ارى نفسي هناك، ولا ارى نفسي هنا
And all the countries seemed the same,
That I don’t see myself there, And I don’t see myself here.

 Nizar Qabbani

(Source: themelancholyhill)