Trees and Birthdays
Parent’s house for my mommys birthday.
I love the trees in their backyard. <3
Lunar Power
"Let me die the moment my love dies.
Let me not outlive my own capacity to love.
Let me die still loving, and so, never die."
Let me not outlive my own capacity to love.
Let me die still loving, and so, never die."
— Mary Zimmerman, Metamorphoses: A Play (via libraryland)
"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace & gratitude."
— Denis Waitley (via drjayweber)
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| ♕ | by the water | by violet allen | via bavarde
I love photos like this. Besides actually physically wanting to be wherever this is at, it makes me want to take my brain to a place like this. Somewhere calm.. and peaceful, where no troubles exist for a little whiles.
Yosemite BASE Jumpers
Photograph by Lynsey Dyer
Though illegal, the sport of BASE jumping in Yosemetie is soaring in popularity.
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"As we mature spiritually there is less need to have our self-respect bolstered by praise and special attention. As our thought processes become more compassionate and less self obsessed, we feel increasingly satisfied with ourselves and our lives. We relate to people more easily and feel no need to draw attention to our successes or complain about our problems."
— Innerspace (via heartmindspirit)
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"You have to believe in yourself, that’s the secret. Even when I was in the orphanage, when I was roaming the street trying to find enough to eat, even then I thought of myself as the greatest actor in the world. I had to feel the exuberance that comes from utter confidence in yourself. Without it, you go down to defeat."
— Charlie Chaplin (via onherway)
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If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
- Mother Teresa
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WHERES THE LIKE BUTTTTON!
Waytogo waaaayhooooo -jarssssy
dearest featherstone
I’m sorry you got the big ‘C’ from voodoo dolls and gas station pump handles.
At least you’re healthy in my nightmares as a stalkerish alien that lives at the corner of my room. The noises you make.. will haunt me forever.
You don’t even have a tumblr but I’m writing this blog about you anyway.
Slaps, punches, pinches and hugs,
Jackie
