I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I...– Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...– Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft
We manifest only what we surrender.
A conversation with Isabel Monteiro and Jeff...
Jeff Buckley: You know, it's like we've got this weather system trapped inside us - in the pit of the stomach, the clouds are always forming and waiting to rise. Even when everything's sunny, the clouds are always there, brewing. And every now and again they rise up and it pours for days, sometimes weeks; then it dies away, the sun comes out and the whole thing starts again. We're stuck with it, the clouds within.
Isabel Monteiro: But that means we can never be happy??
Jeff Buckley: Yeah, that's right, people like us can never be happy.
This morning, with her, having coffee.– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
indelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top...– David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings....– Hafiz
We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.– Goethe
She’s mad, but she’s magic.– Charles Bukowski
You are what your deep, driving desire is. As your deep, driving desire is, so...– Upanishads
I love men. →
blissed: I love men. I mean, I really love men. I love the way they smell, I love the way they taste. I love the veins in their forearms and the hair on their chests. I love the feel of their scruffy faces and lightly calloused hands against yours. I love the dimples in their backs, the muscles bustling under the skin. I love their tattoos and their freckles and their scars. I love their...
Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.– Rumi
Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.– C. S. Lewis
I dream of my library. It is a colorful library in a colorful house that I do...