Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
— Anaïs Nin (via newyorkish)
Haven’t written in a while.
I’m barely even posting pictures or reblogs.
I guess I’ve been going through some thangsss, but I’m going to find it in me to get rebalanced.
If you actually read what I post, I’m very thankful for you.. regardless of a like and/or a reblog.
But I’ll be back to normal soon. Bible.
Besos!
I can still taste her.
Drunk on the palette of my tongue as my motions pinpointed her soul;
Ooh’s & Ahh’s translating themselves of liquid fashion and she reached
peaks of joy; Thanking me with every roll of her hips….
What is Awakening?
When the sense of ego is no more, what remains is unalterable. While the body is here,
then Consciousness enjoys diversity, duality, but at the same time
it is the unity inside the duality.
It all seems just one, but two-aspected. One aspect — unchanging awareness…silent, untouched. The other — changeful, but increasingly beautiful. This is the joy of the jnani’s state.
— Mooji
The purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via nevver)
