Tired of hearing about sex. Shut up and build a bomb you fucking weirdos
forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.
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Ali pitam se: da li nešto nedostaje u pogledu meditacije na svet? Nije li mudrost malo previše mudra? Nije li čmar jednostavno stvarniji?
Emanuel Karer "Joga"
Flowers teach hope and patience. Flowers teach tenderness. Flowers teach futility and amazement. You know me, I am always willing to learn. Besides, it is spring. The beautiful forces of nature refuse to remain silent and I feel like observing everything.
Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to J. M. Murry written c. April 1922
“She dressed herself in confidence everyday and refused to wear anybody else’s insecurities.”
— a.j.lawless
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