BayoMayo
My blog is as moody as I am.

bobslogik:

Upside-Down Christians #39: Jerry Falwell by silav on Flickr.

It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.

— Aldous Huxley, Island (via whyallcaps)

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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
— The Little Prince (via psych-facts)

(via pretence)


eatsleepdraw:

"Life Happens" by Liam Hopkins | Part 2 of 3
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You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.

— Shinji Moon (via happyasatree)

(Source: feelendlessly, via youwillunderstand)


And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
— Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via larmoyante)

(via hi-mary)



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suparlak:

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays
pehriwinkle:

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If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

Kendrick Lamar

This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?

(via neuksei)

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gangsterdoodles:

Toro Y Moi - Say That
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.
— Meredith Grey   (via 09994)

(Source: whilde-daisi, via cayde)