They couldn’t bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn’t bear the thought of their loved ones not existing and couldn’t even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn’t bear not to.
Looking for Alaska
Sometimes I feel there are two me’s, one coasting directly on top of the other. The superficial me, who nods when she’s supposed to nod and says what she’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams and says “Gray.” Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.
Delirium, by Lauren Oliver (via thebookishdark)
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(Source: justabox, via completelyrippedoff)
Tip for out-of-the-ordinary tourist photos: Shake your camera while photographing famous places for a new perspective!
Long Exposure of Eiffel Tower at Night.
Photo by: Chrisdigsdesign on flickr.
(via sodeepdown)
In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
Siddhārtha Gautama (via fearlessprincess, quote-book) (via happythings) (via happyplops) (via italktotigger)
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I Am Vertical.
I just ate another China peach, despite the horrid experience from the previous one....
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