Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,The Little Prince  (via escepticismos)

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eatsleepdraw:

I’ve drawn this illustration a few weeks ago. Here are the last summer impressions before the beginning of the cold and dark season.
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eatsleepdraw:

I’ve drawn this illustration a few weeks ago. Here are the last summer impressions before the beginning of the cold and dark season.

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blackwhiteandcolour:

aseaofquotes:

Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance

I think this is true in the quietest and loudest parts of me. 

blackwhiteandcolour:

aseaofquotes:

Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance

I think this is true in the quietest and loudest parts of me. 

For most of us the John Lennon line about life being what happens when you’re making other plans seems academic at first but, as the years go by, passes through phases of being something funny, something clever, something understandable and then something cruel. The worst part about our headlong trudge to the tomb is the way that once we realize how much road is already behind us it is far too late to go back and fix the mistakes we made along the way. Maybe the best bit about life—and I am setting an admittedly low bar here, but look what we have to deal with—is that although we are always tempted to pinpoint specific instances where the decisions we made had irrevocable effects on our trajectory from that moment forward, if we are honest with ourselves we can admit that, for the most part, we were going to wind up exactly where we did no matter what. We are who we are and the choices we make are the results of those immutable traits that add up to the person who, for better or worse and usually worse, stares back at us in the mirror each morning with a mixture of pity and astonishment. If we could turn back time we would mostly make the same mistakes, maybe at different moments but always moving us in the same direction. You’ve fucked up your life through an accretion of small details, not by one or two enormous errors. It is pointless to pine for a do-over; you would just do it over badly. That is who you are and at some point you will have to make peace with it. That said, you do have a chance this weekend to go back in time and do things differently, but it happens at 2 AM Sunday morning and, if you are not sleeping through it, you will almost certainly be ensconced in a bad decision you won’t be able to do anything to alter with the extra hour you get. That’s the way life works. It’s what happens when you’re busy finding ways to fuck things up for yourself. Death will probably be a relief. Alex Balk (via kateoplis)
There is no problem so bad that you cannot make it worse. Chris Hadfield (via kateoplis)

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dddmagazine:

“When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everyone will respect you.” 
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

dddmagazine:

“When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everyone will respect you.” 

― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. — Rainer Maria Rilke (via thatkindofwoman)

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Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what I think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount. — Haruki Murakami (via jaureque)

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