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Monthly Archives: February 2014
Live to the fullest…Make each moment count 🙂
Lately I’ve noticed how much I resist being in the ‘now’ because my life doesn’t look like how I want it to. It doesn’t look ANYTHING like how I thought it would, dreamt it would, believed it would, hoped it would, or wanted it to like…so it just means I fucking hate a lot about the ‘present’, if I really let myself be in it…like, proper in it. Not just mindfulness within myself, my body, but mindfulness of everything around me. Not just the trees, the birds singing, the beautiful sun shining through the clouds…I mean really looking at where I am geographically, in front of me and on the map, and really breathing that in and really noticing how that makes me feel.
Heartbreak. Hatred. Longing. Hating. Wanting. Wishing. Hoping…they are normally the sensations and feelings I notice. When I’m being mindful with a little bit of me left…
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In the 16th century, the world’s bestselling book was not the…
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Happy Rose Day everyone 🙂
Bring brightness in others life. Be a source of smile on someones face. Be a hope for people in problem.Offer roses to not only to your girlfriend or boyfriend or spouses but to all your friends, parents, someone in need or people you don’t know. See their joy and happiness and do tell us how they and how you felt after doing so? Do reply us.
Unspoken words, louder than anything I’ve ever said or heard.
hover for a heartbeat before
diverging as though set on fire.
How can one look set her on fire?
How can one word have him inspired?
Because he wants to say ‘I love you’ and she wants to say ‘Me more’
but they’re both afraid of falling and so they linger by the door.
And it’s not that they are cowards, but they’ve both been there before,
for they are not unfamilar with the cold solidity of the floor.
His height is a tower she longs to break into words, the broadness of his shoulders are parchment to scribble on.
Heavy eyelids that hold the burden of the night’s sleep
he steals from her
With crow-feeted eyes and crooked smiles,
the manner by which he defies
the laws of life conventionalized through time.
Oh this guy, God, this…
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