95 Til Infinity (x)

queenoftheswirl:

yazzyshakur:

Lauryn Hill - Lost Ones

Yo Yo Yo….

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asthetiques:

PLEASE. NO MORE BAD BITCHES. BRING QUEENS BACK

I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I’m not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet  (via nofatnowhip)

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The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

Aurelius, Marcus. Meditations.  (via wordsnquotes)

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I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.

Jonathan Carroll  (via nofatnowhip)

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It is our own mental attitude which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is in our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light.

 Swami Vivekananda  (via nofatnowhip)

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Mind cleansed in rain drops
heart beats in time with water
soul freed by small streams

Its raining again (via narabean)

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It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

The world isn’t against you, my dear, it just doesn’t care.

Modern Life Is War (via melisica)

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intellectualyouth:

The Poet