bitcorn:

just saw a guy wearing a nirvana t-shirt lmfao i bet cant even name three noble truths of buddhism

davejwatson:

“Meditation is not something restricted to times of formal seated meditation; it is most fundamentally an attitude of being—a resting in and as being. Once you get the feel of it, you will be able to tune into it more and more often during your daily life. Eventually, in the state of liberation, meditation will simply become your natural condition.”

— Adyashanti

tifffanarchy:

pisswallet:

bel-cielo-invernale-deactivated:

guccixcucci:

PLEASE. THIS IS SO FUNNY

That boy wasn’t playing

I love seeing kids already getting petty. You can’t survive this world without some salt and sass. These kids need a backbone.

He was just talking to Connor, did she have to take ALL 25 of his humming bird bucks? He’s only 6, after all!

(Excellent writing skills btw, I’m impressed)

noorskitchen:

One of the most challenging things I’ve had to learn is that healing must be intentional. There is no one golden day that comes and saves you from all your misery. Healing is a practice. You have to decide that it’s what you want to do and actively do it. You have to make a habit out of it. Once I learned that, I only looked back to see how far I came.

literally-a-piece-of-trash:

Ah yes, the 5 love languages:

• touch starved
• my parents never told me they are proud of me
• i love Stuff
• im so fucken tired please god just let me rest for 5 minutes
• hey pay attention to me

powerpriestess:

the universe will not give you more unless you can handle what you already have. honor and take responsibility for what you already have. rise to the challenges of your current reality in order to elevate to the next. if you want more, you have to be ready for more. 

Today I will get off the train. 

You see, I am the conductor of a train I can’t get off. 

That is to say I couldn’t tell you at which point 

I went from conductor to passenger…

But what I can tell you is that my train derailed 3 years ago.

But we keep going!!

If there’s one thing my Momma taught me it’s perseverance, 

and believe me nothing stands a chance against me and my train.

We’ve been blowing through town after town -

obliterating buildings in a fraction of a second, 

of the time it took to build them. 

I sit in the conductor’s cabin,

watching as everything around me crumbles down.

The cabin protecting me from the falling bricks, 

and broken glass that fly my way.

“What was I to do?” I’ll tell them,

“I’m a victim too.” 

I’m sure they’ll ask why I didn’t get off sooner,

just as I’m sure they’ll never understand my answer. 

How can I explain to them that this is all I know? 

That I can’t remember a time before the train?

How when I first got on and felt the friction

from the tracks underneath me

I knew there was no place I’d rather be.

How when a friend offered me a 

“One track ticket for a one track mind” 

I somehow knew it was meant to be. 

How could they understand that the window 

on the front of the train is curved in on the sides,

keeping my focus in one direction.

How I didn’t realize, how bad things around me were

getting 

until a piece of shrapnel from the wreckage

blasted through the glass and

I finally stuck my head out to look around.

Faster and faster, 

higher and higher. 

You know what they say,

“What goes up, must come down!”

And this is one come down that I’m afraid might kill me.

The way I figure, 

the higher you go the farther you fall, 

and the faster you go the more damage you leave behind.

I, for one, am too scared of the clean-up crew

to do anything but accelerate.

So on my train I’ll stay. 

“Just for today” they’ll say. 

But today is not for me. 

I’ve decided on tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will be braver than today.

jensadvicecolumn:

(source: pinterest)

cybergirlfriend:

“Maybe you’ll come back differently. Maybe you’ll have already visited the moon by then, and you’ll realize you didn’t really need space after all. Maybe I won’t even recognize you. I honestly don’t know how you want me to believe in you. There’s no other way to say this, but I could have loved you until I turned blue in the face. You’re thinking about your ex-girlfriend’s shoulders while reading my poems again, and I can’t stop you this time. It’s always the same with you. I hand over my heart, and you run from the blood of it. I hand over my heart, and you hide your hands in your pockets like it’s a disease with a name too long to pronounce. Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing to me. I turned myself inside out so you could wear me around as proof that someone cared. I’m taking this back for all the days I waited for you to love me. For all the days I was too tired to do it myself.”

— Y.Z, sometimes it really isn’t worth the wait (via rustyvoices)