May 2012
Searching For A Girl
Jah Cure
I’ve been searching for a girl like you…
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
Love is when you accept a person with all their failures, stupidities, and ugly points, and see perfection in imperfection itself.
I
when I do’t feel like cleaning my room
- I shove everything under my bed
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I place all my clothes in my closet and voila
“Nothing is more important than reconnecting with your bliss. Nothing is as rich. Nothing is more real.”
—(via mirazh-ilah)
“Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts…”
—(via mirazh-ilah) (via bealltruth)
“The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.”
—I Wrote This for You (via deers-and-dears)
birthdays are kinda funny in a way that we get presents for basically not dying for a year
“Are you afraid to have someone believe in you?
Can you commit to your ideals?
Even if you think nothing of it,
are you willing to allow others to think the world of it,
and of you?” —Saul Williams, “Pedagogue of Young Gods” (via babyboygreen)
Can you commit to your ideals?
Even if you think nothing of it,
are you willing to allow others to think the world of it,
and of you?” —Saul Williams, “Pedagogue of Young Gods” (via babyboygreen)
“If you’re good at something, never do it for free.”
—The Joker (via sunnymoonmars)
“Sometimes you have to retreat, to the sanctuary within yourself, so that you can find the peace & strength to continue.”
—Spiritual Truth (via eyesofadiaspora)
Pardon the way that I stare.
There’s nothing else to compare.
This side of you leaves me weak.
There are no words that can speak.
But if you feel like I feel…
Please let me know that it’s real.
You’re just too good to be true…
Rakuli: Sing the song →
rakuli.com
Sing the song of solemn sadness; but
Say the sounds of sanguine souls
Speak of sense so sound, so surely; and
Shout so scroungers know they stoleHum the hymn of hopeful healing
Hush the howling hounds of hell
Hold the hands of humans hurting
Hop the hurdles, horrors quelledTell the tale to…
fake it for while;
lie through your teeth,
bite your tongue,
(draw blood)
smile;soon it’ll be
just like the truth
The thoughts that we think about ourselves when we’re lonely are usually lies - lies that sound so much like the truth.
