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Finding Australians is fairly easy. Just ask them one question:

cthonical:

thecharliecharmander:

allhailthemightydoge:

milokerrigan:

Have you ever

ever felt like this?

WHEN STRANGE THINGS HAPPEN

ARE WE GOING ‘ROUND THE TWIST?

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#it was an iconic australian children’s show from the 90s#that was about as bizarre as a david lynch film and was frequently totally inappropriate for children

It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott, “Love After Love” (via oofpoetry)

I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.

Tracee Ellis Ross (via notnai)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth…

And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.

"After A While," Veronica A. Shofstall (via commovente)

goodbyes

You pierce through your skin with sharp blades and blunt knives. Poor thing, so amused by the pain, so pleased by the scar and stain. Blood trickling down your sickly skin, bursting from every vein. What do you hope to achieve? A relief from the numbness and cold rain. Push it down, stare at it. Watch it heal. It’s not going away is it? Precious thing, you are not made of clay, to be sculpted and bent. These wounds will build walls and trap you within. Young thing, you pierce through your skin with sharp blades and blunt knives. Why are you so intent on goodbyes?

How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one’s capacity to endure it.

Janet Fitch (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: larmoyante)

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)