" And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. "
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so-treu:

like when beyonce said “i woke up this way: flawless” she’s saying that flawless is not dependent on how she looks at a given moment; by dent of being alive, just by being authentic to herself, she’s flawless. 

not “i woke up with this hair laid and makeup did and decked out clothes”. which is how everyone else apparently interpreted it.

(via pnko)

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prozd:

jpnvines:

社会人の朝 理想vs現実 #hokuto #社会人 〜 ほくぴー

The morning of a working adult.  Ideal vs reality #hokuto #workingadult 〜 ほくぴー

The morning of a working adult.

Ideal:

Reality: Staying up late is bad-

This guy is my new favorite person.

Hokuto-san is adorbs :o) 

(Source: vine.co, via humanitys--shortest)

" There is nothing more important to us than our own awareness. We see the breathtaking beauty of snowcapped mountains, the exhilarating grace and speed of a cheetah on a hunt. We hear melodic birdsong in our gardens. We fall in love, or experience the joy of our child’s first smile. We compose and appreciate music, art, and literature. We talk and laugh with our friends and family. All these, and everything else we care about, are conscious events. If none of these events were conscious, if we weren’t conscious to experience any of them, we’d hardly consider ourselves alive—at least not in any way that matters.
When I’m reveling in a glowing pleasure, or even if I’m enduring a sharp sadness, I always sense that behind everything there is the privilege and passion of experience. Our consciousness is the essence of who we perceive ourselves to be. It is the citadel for our senses, the melting pot of thoughts, the welcoming home for every emotion that pricks or placates us. For us, consciousness simply is the currency of life. "
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