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"Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused."
— Alan Cohen (via flesh-of-burning-love)

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16047 10.09.12


Y olvido tu nombre, por tantas veces llamarte mío,

si, se me olvida tu nombre por llamarte de tantas formas.

Te llamo cielo, te llamo vida, te llamo encanto.

Yo te llamo como a las horas que alegran mi día,

te llamo como a la lluvia que moja la tierra en primavera,

te llamo como el viento que…

(via babinus-deactivated20130429)

14 10.08.12


My piece for the the upcoming Botanica Show at Genome Gallery in Charlotte, NC

The theme was plant-life.

(via shenaniganswillensue)

1563 06.06.12

Kid Cudi: Pursuit of Happiness

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"Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live…when its your time to leave this earth, you ‘want’ to be able to say, ‘I’ve lived my life and fulfilled ‘my’ dreams"
— Maya Angelou (via cool-ass-shit)
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"Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to."

Alan Watts (via neil-gaiman)

I have re-blogged this quote before but it is worth another mention. I just fucking love it..

(via booksandporn)

(Source: alanwatts.com, via booksandporn-deactivated2014042)

4364 05.07.12
"I come from the side of disobedience, from the side of those that decide to follow their hearts. It is the way of the warriors, poets, and the crazy. They say that I am crazy. They say that I am crazy because I believe that to lose the reasoning is the pathway toward the heart. Because I believe that life is better than the cinema, it is a work of art in eternal movement—the perfect synchronicity, the living beauty, the poem of love that never ends. I believe that life evolves according to what we see. If I change the way to see things, than things change form. It is not magic; it is an act of faith. We are the canvas, the paintings, and the artist."
— Santiago Pando (via nirvikalpa)

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151 05.06.12

The More Loving One - WH Auden

“Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time”

The More Loving One, W.H. Auden

So sad yet so beautiful.

What this means to me:  I can look for you forever in the stars, mesmerized and drawn in by the illuminating, dazzling energy and life that is emits: to exist purely to be loved.  Yet for all that you, my star, is loved, you cannot return what is given to you and if you should fall out of the sky, I would still search the black abysmal sublimity of you in the night sky and would learn in time to love you just the same :(  This is unrequited love….to love so deeply a thing without reciprocation.  But to stop loving would be like to stop the very meaning of living.  No words exist to explain the constant presence of this feeling…a collective connection of feeling, emotion, sensation and life?!  It sustains me, satisfies me and yet it kills me and leaves me always hungry for you. :(  Now you understand the delirious nature of this love, mi gran amor de mi vida. ~SJC


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