Thinker Dreamer


do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”


- "this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford (via tylerthelatteboy)

(via adequateantics)


Burnaby Mountain, British Columbia  |  Shohei Katsuki

"A lot of us fall in love with ourselves. We fall in love with an illusion; an idea we created about someone. We fall in love with the colorful aspects of our imagination… it was you along."

- Awakened Vibrations  (via awakenedvibrations)

(via lotuscorda)

"You let go by acknowledging that the end of struggle is actually present in your experience now."

- Adyashanti (via ashramof1)

(via crimson-twinkie)


Rather than letting our negativity get the better of us, we could acknowledge that right now we feel like a piece of shit and not be squeamish about taking a good look.

Most of us do not take these situations as teachings. We automatically hate them. We run like crazy. We use all kinds of ways to escape — all addictions stem from this moment when we meet our edge and we just can’t stand it. We feel we have to soften it, pad it with something, and we become addicted to whatever it is that seems to ease the pain.

When things are shaky and nothing is working, we might realize that we are on the verge of something. We might realize that this is a very vulnerable and tender place, and that tenderness can go either way. We can shut down and feel resentful or we can touch in on that throbbing quality.


- From “When Things Fall Apart” by Pema Chodron (via kimfearick)

(via crimson-twinkie)

"“the wounded child inside many males is a boy who, when he first spoke his truths, was silenced by paternal sadism, by a patriarchal world that did not want him to claim his true feelings. The wounded child inside many females is a girl who was taught from early childhood that she must become something other than herself, deny her true feelings, in order to attract and please others. When men and women punish each other for truth telling, we reinforce the notion that lies are better. To be loving we willingly hear the other’s truth, and most important, we affirm the value of truth telling. Lies may make people feel better, but they do not help them to know love.”
― Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions"

- bell hooks (via lifeinmovingmotion)

(Source: nightcityylights, via shek-ology)

"Just live your life as it comes, but alertly, watchfully, allowing everything to happen as it happens, doing the natural things the natural way, suffering, rejoicing — as life brings. This also is a way."

- Nisargadatta Maharaj (via ashramof1)

(via crimson-twinkie)

"Prayer makes you peaceful.
Makes you believe that somebody is listening to you.
It’s like telling a psychiatrist your troubles.
After all to whom do you pray?
You say, “I pray to God.”
Where does God live?
Who is God?
And soon you discover you’re praying to yourself.
And it helps.
This leads you to identify with your Self.
The one that you pray to.
And become that one.
For there is only one, there are not two.
There is not one who prays and one who listens.
The prayer and the listener are the same person.
There is no differentiation."

- Robert Adams (via oceanandwave)

(via crimson-twinkie)

"This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning."

- "The Gift" by Raymond Carver (via thelittlequeerthatcould)

(Source: flaowww, via theantlerchrist)

"I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life."

- (via nakedvibe)

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"Someone doesn’t like you? Fuck it. Having a bad day? Fuck it. Didn’t get that job, or that grade, or that promotion you wanted? Fuck it. Fighting with your lover? Fuck it. Feel fat today? Fuck it. Losing control of everything and everyone? Fuck it. What matters now won’t matter soon; the truly important thing is that you are alive, and that you have the capacity to do absolutely anything with this beautiful, crazy coincidence of being on this earth. Just stick your middle fingers in the air and think, ‘Damn, I have it good.’"

- Gerard Way   (via unlively)

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