You exist in time, but you belong to
eternity- You are a penetration of eternity into the world of time-You are
deathless, living in a body of death- Your consciousness knows no death, no
birth- It is only your body that is born and dies-But you are not aware of
your consciousness-You are not conscious of your consciousness-And that is the whole art of meditation;Becoming conscious of consciousness itself.
I don’t own sweatpants, hair sort of tied, selfies with no make up on
there is nothing better than a good conversation with another woman who understands. it’s a different bond. there are things that only we know—those ‘little’ things that are big things. I will forever be skeptical of women having none—or no desire to have close relationships with other women.question a female with no female friends. chances are they lack morale.
i’m down with a romantic.
Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.
hit up an antique book and paper show. perfect day with ma.
|yo what are you doing? i'm bored|
|chillin at home filling out these applications. p.s i might get laid later tonight. LORD KNOWS MY POOR VAG NEEDS IT|
|who? but yes girl don't waste that beautiful wax you got done|
|same big dick guy with lack of rhythm. but hey! beggars can't be choosers.|
i’d quite enjoy a fat bowl of pasta right now. 3am pasta is the best.