Hanging over the edge outofreception:

Hanging over the edge outofreception:

Hanging over the edge
“Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.”
— The Dalai Lama (via lazyyogi)


Anonymous asked:

I saw you're taking requests. Could you write 100 words on advertising?



Advertising agencies sold products by exploiting people’s insecurities. “Buy this product or no one will fuck you”, they said. “Buy this product or you’ll never be accepted”. The people in charge made a lot of money this way, and they spent that money on stuff they didn’t need, out of fear that no one would fuck them, or they’d never be accepted. It would be nicer if adverts told us not to bother with society’s narrow parameters of beauty, since we’re just energy as old as the universe, forged in the furnaces of stars. But stars don’t buy anti-wrinkle cream.

“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.”
— Osho (via occult101)

(via mr-another)

“When god became lonely
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god.”

Annonomous Sensory Deprivation Journal Entry


At the float studio I work at, we have a journal for people to scribble down their thoughts after their sensory deprivation session.  Here is one of many entries that strike me as powerful:

06/04/2014”The darkness illuminates buried agendas with ease.  I mind full of somethings in a tank full of nothings.  Time is make believe, not a moment went by yet all eternity passed through a heavy body, full of electricity, simplicity, suspended, attended to.  Cleansed.”


Interior of Palácio de Monserrate in Sintra, Portugal.

(via mr-another)

My necklace clasp has been moving a lot in the past two days..

I wonder who’s thinking of me..