Colors of Yesterday
Remember not to forget the dying colors of yesterday as you inhale tomorrow's hot dream, blown from frozen lips.
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"I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of syncronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone."
(Source: n0-h8-m8)
"An emotion usually represents an amplified and energized thought pattern, and because of its often overpowering energetic charge, it is not easy initially to stay present enough to be able to watch it. It wants to take you over, and it usually succeeds - unless there is enough presence in you. If you are pulled into unconscious identification with the emotion through lack of presence, which is normal, the emotion temporarily becomes “you.” Often a vicious circle builds up between your thinking and the emotion: they feed each other. The thought pattern created a magnified reflection of itself in the form of an emotion, and the vibrational frequency of the emotion keeps feeding the original thought pattern. By dwelling mentally on the situation, event, or person that is the perceived cause of the emotion, the thought feeds energy to the emotion, which in turn energizes the thought pattern, and so on."
"Do you think that highly processed “food” is produced with your health in mind or for the cash you spend on it? Let’s read the ingredients. Do you know what they all are? Can you pronounce them? Do you think your body actually knows what to do with them? Why are you eating them then?"
Food for Thought: The Reluctant Raw Foodist (via thereluctantrawfoodist
)
(Source: livinoffthegrid)
"It is all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit."
(Source: theysayimcomplex)
Cannot believe it’s been a year since my grandpa died. It feels like an entire lifetime and just a few days at the same time.
This is what I want. In Bulgaria. Now.
(Source: sweethotdrift)
(Source: ddistractionss)
"How I long for the time to ripen fully, and the spring to come again after this long and appalling fall and winter. To come, and the bicycle to be brought out, and the again-strong legs to pedal joyous and swiftly into the green, unfolding future! To dance along greening leaves into the sexual sunlight."
Sylvia Plath (via slightlypretentious
)