swimming against the current

This place is a dream.Only a sleeper considers it real.Then death comes like dawn,and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief~ Rumi

  • ponderation:

    Merry Christmas by Igor Rus

    (via my-herbal-journey)

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  • fuckyeahpaganism:

    © Oriol Angrill Jordà

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  • thebeakerblog:

    Good evening! This nighttime image taken from the International Space Station shows the city lights in at least half a dozen states in southern America. (Image Credit: NASA)

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  • "The river that flows in you also flows in me."
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  • theswinginsixties:

    Sonny and Cher.

    (Source: timhardinisabadboy)

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  • artemisdreaming:

    He who becomes the slave of habit,
    who follows the same routes every day,
    who never changes pace,
    who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
    who does not speak and does not experience,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who shuns passion,
    who prefers black on white,
    dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
    that turn a yawn into a smile,
    that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
    who is unhappy at work,
    who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
    to thus follow a dream,
    those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
    die slowly.

    He who does not travel, who does not read,
    who does not listen to music,
    who does not find grace in himself,
    she who does not find grace in herself,
    dies slowly.

    He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
    who does not allow himself to be helped,
    who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
    die slowly.

    Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
    reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

    Only a burning patience will lead
    to the attainment of a splendid happiness.


    ~Pablo Neruda

       Image via:  joserevuelas.wordpress


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  • leprincelointain:

    Alphonse Mucha (1860-1939) - 1920’s.

    (via hoodoothatvoodoo)

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