You attract the right things when you have a sense of who you are.

Amy Poehler (via aestheticintrovert)

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The whole side chick main chick bullshit is boys trying to create a pop culture in which cheating on the woman you’re with is considered cool or normal.

Don’t perpetuate it.

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Love, like energy, cannot be destroyed. Wherever love has found its way into dimensional expression, it leaves emotional alterations in the texture of the universe, traces like multicolored etchings in the ethers.

Ken Carey (via sunflower-mama)

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Leave everything undefined,
including yourself.
Befriend uncertainty.
Fall in love with mystery.
Kneel at the altar
of Not Knowing.
Give your questions
time to breathe.
And the answers
will find you.

 Jeff Foster  (via ohmothernature)

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Security is mostly a superstition.
It does not exist in nature,
nor do children as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run
than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure
or nothing.

Helen Keller (via dirtyflowerchild)



All the Water signs, Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, are sleepy in some respect, exhausted, fluid overloaded and breathing underwater. This is saturation, drenching in celestial liquid, the nourishment of god and the sea of collective soul seasons. And really they are romantic in the sense they need an anchor to steady their rocking dreamboat to sleep. The rising and falling of a chest beside them is a Water sign lullaby, and they turn their torrential emotions into ravishing artwork, poetry and melody. Water individuals have a leaky etheric body, and unconsciously soak up any frequency in circulation. They frequently withdraw into solitude and sleep for days in sheer exhaustion. The rush, flux, noise and suffering of the world creeps under their skin and floods their bodies with an inexplicable heaviness.



Gueorgui Pinkhassov , Self-portrait in a courtyard of Baku, Azerbaijan. 1976

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