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The Ebb And Flow
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
Rumi (via nirvikalpa)
tumblropenarts:

I am a New Zealand artist/photographer/crafter who is currently starting out and trying to find my place in the world. 

tumblropenarts:

I am a New Zealand artist/photographer/crafter who is currently starting out and trying to find my place in the world. 

mellodramatron:

Opeth — Harvest

Stay with me a while, rise above the vile
Name my final rest, poured into my chest

Pledge yourself to me, never leave me be
Sweat breaks on my brow, given time ends now

Spirit painted sin, embers neath my skin
Veiled in pale embrace, reached and touched my face

Into the orchard, I walk, peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn’t wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner’s lament, but it’s me who’s to martyr
(Release your grip and let me go into the night)

castorochiaro:

bleutinne:

perfect.

I adore this smell. It’s one of the best in the world.

castorochiaro:

bleutinne:

perfect.

I adore this smell. It’s one of the best in the world.

Three Simple Phrases

When something’s bothering me, or I feel off, I always say, “Sleep will cure this. I’ll wake up tomorrow with a fresh mind.” But I find now that that’s often not the case. The negative feelings linger from the day before; nothing changes, and I’m left with the bitter aftertaste of last night’s worries. I need some way of ridding myself of those unpleasant feelings, and let things go.

Maybe all I need to do is convince myself to think positively in a time when my mind only wants to think about the negative? I tend to cling too much to misery and distrust. There are three phrases I’m going to use from now on:

Whatever happens, happens. Go with the ebb and flow. Come what may.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
Jim Morrison (via showslow)