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ktlb:

Tonight I found out that some of my all time favorite plants can kill me in less than a few hours. Good to know.

Hey, anon who was asking for natural poisons, maybe this will help?

i haven’t posted on here for a long time because i feel very confused as to what direction everyone’s story is going. none of my characters really have a defined personality and there are no plots. maybe i dug myself into a hole?

“ How courageous it is to say: “I feel empty, I feel deficient, and I won’t attempt to fill it. I want to see the truth. I want to experience the reality of me. I refuse to manipulate. I want to wake up regardless of how painful it is.” Only the hero will take this attitude, for it is a heroic act to see your deficiency, your neediness, your emptiness, and yet not try to manipulate your life to fill it. We are so compulsive, so driven to manipulate, to avoid feeling this basic deficiency of our personal ego. But believe me, my friend, there’s no other way towards fullness. God will not pour His grace if you don’t accept your deficiency and stop manipulating. Manipulation, striving to fill this emptiness, is only the devil doing its efficient work. It is constantly working to hide its weakness. ”

─ A.H. Almaas (via ashramof1) ─

“ I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain. ”

─ Catherine Breillat (via jarrodis) ─
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Robert R. McCammon, Boy’s Life

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Robert R. McCammon, Boy’s Life

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“ Study hard what interests you the most in the most undisciplined, irreverent and original manner possible. ”

─ Richard Feynman (via ikenbot)

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“ I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is “it” - it is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory, achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; with the moon up there and those mountain clouds. Who am I, what am I, and so on: these questions are always floating about in me. ”

─ Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 27 February 1926. (via violentwavesofemotion) ─
bluepueblo:

Melk Abbey Library, Austria
photo via sarah

bluepueblo:

Melk Abbey Library, Austria

photo via sarah