girl, wreckless

Joseph Conrad. Sent me by Heaven photographed of a page in her...

Sat, 18 May 2013 07:03:20 +0200

Joseph Conrad.
Sent me by Heaven photographed of a page in her book.

The sooner I can move a piano into my townhouse, the sooner I can continue being myself.

Wed, 01 May 2013 08:35:31 +0200

The sooner I can move a piano into my townhouse, the sooner I can continue being myself.

Dove’s ‘Real Beauty Sketches’ Ad Campaign...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 00:27:00 +0200

Dove’s ‘Real Beauty Sketches’ Ad Campaign Tells Women ‘You’re More Beautiful Than You Think.’

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/15/doves-real-beauty-sketches-ad-campaign-video_n_3088071.html#slide=more292176

Music Master - Rumi

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 10:00:24 +0200

You that love lovers,
this is your home. Welcome!

In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
with love for the door,
soul the vestibule. Watch the dust grains moving
in the light near the window.
their dance is our dance.

We rarely hear the inward music,
but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless,
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insominias!
And the difference between them.

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain, both. We are
the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

I want to hold you close like a lute,
so we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.

“I know you’re lonely for words I haven’t...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 04:49:43 +0200

“I know you’re lonely for words I haven’t spoken.”
Bruce Springteen, Thunder Road Cover by the amazing Steven Delopoulos

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Wed, 10 Apr 2013 10:00:20 +0200

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Tue, 09 Apr 2013 10:00:28 +0200

"Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, and creativity. It is the..."

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 08:32:00 +0200

“Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, and creativity. It is the source of hope, empathy, accountability, and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path.”

- Brené Brown, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not..."

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 02:13:08 +0200

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.”

- Psalm 51:17

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Sat, 06 Apr 2013 02:11:04 +0200

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Fri, 05 Apr 2013 07:24:45 +0200

I die. “Soportar sigir sufriendo por el sueño que estoy...

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 07:22:49 +0200

I die.

“Soportar sigir sufriendo por el sueño que estoy siguiendo?
Yo no sabia que era tan dificil.”

How far is it to Mars

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 23:37:47 +0200

How far is it to Mars

Carla Morrison - Paloma Negra

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 23:22:34 +0200

Carla Morrison - Paloma Negra

Sierra DeMulder: YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 08:38:00 +0200

Sierra DeMulder: YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK:

sierrademulder:

and one day, it just showed up, like an abandoned
bundle on my doorstep. Honestly, I don’t know how
it found me again. The last night we spent together,
I lured it away with a trail of breadcrumbs, a necklace
it swallowed one diamond at a time—such a hungry,
little bloodhound. I led…

"Since the beginning of time, love has been the source of both the highest bliss and the heaviest..."

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 18:31:08 +0100

“Since the beginning of time, love has been the source of both the highest bliss and the heaviest burdens. At the heart of misery from the days of Adam until today, you will find the love of wrong things. And at the heart of joy, you will find the love of good things. And the greatest of all good things is God.”

- Dieter Uchtdorf

aggrapparsi alla speranza, amore. io ho cercato per te per mari e per monti.

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 06:43:12 +0100

aggrapparsi alla speranza, amore. io ho cercato per te per mari e per monti.

"Remember the adage that “feelings aren’t facts.” Your feelings may be powerful and..."

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 07:06:26 +0100

“Remember the adage that “feelings aren’t facts.” Your feelings may be powerful and may, at times, offer important insights into your own character. However, they do not necessarily provide accurate information about the motivations or feelings of others.”

- Enneagram Institute - Type-4 Enneagram Personality

mth2011: I’ve had this thought brewing in my head the last few...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 06:59:19 +0100

mth2011:

I’ve had this thought brewing in my head the last few days… You do not need a fancy website or the perfect equipment or the perfect ANYTHING to do what matters. You don’t need to have all of your ducks perfectly in a row (where did that phrase come from anyway?!). You don’t need to know exactly how each step of your dream will unfold. To start making things happen, You just have to DO. This is a giant note to self. I can obsess about “perfect” and I always end up realizing that DONE is way better than perfect. Chasing perfect is paralyzingly. Love DOES. You know all those things you’ve always wanted to do? You should go DO them. You will make mistakes. You will “fail”. But, the risk is worth the reward, right? For me, risking for what matters ends up being no risk at all. The greater risk is staying stuck and not making the impact that I know I am capable of and called to make. We ALL have greatness inside of us waiting to be released. Go and DO. - Lara

"Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action."

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 06:21:23 +0100

“Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.”

- Ralph Ellison, The Invisible Man