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Love is just a game to people. But eventually the game has to end and someone wins.
How much of the day are you aware -– just basically aware of what life is presenting -– rather than being lost in waking sleep, in being identified with whatever you’re doing, almost as if you didn’t exist? To what extent do you blindly drift from one form of comfort to another, from one daydream or fantasy to another, from one secure place to another, in order to avoid the anxious quiver of discomfort or insecurity? …instead of devoting your energy to living a genuine life?
The most beautiful scene out of the entire series.
This scene. THIS SCENE.
Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenseless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am not an artist, but I may become one just so that I can capture that moment.
me later tonight.
This is me fifi when I attempt to run, fife. Totes envious of your drive.
Source: Flickr / bautisterias
The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
My grandfather gave me this advice a few years ago, and in honor of his would-be 100th birthday I wanted to share it with everyone else. It has helped me on many occasions
Ted Leo & the Pharmacists, “Me and Mia”
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