Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.
Sri Sri Ravi Shankar (via llollitta)
(Source: yogachocolatelove, via livingwithanopenmind)
Don’t put on that baby blue button-up and start smiling at me, Corey. Don’t tell me to believe in myself and don’t ask me what I got for Christmas. Don’t ask me to play dice with you only when you see my coat is already on and I’m standing in the middle of the street. Don’t fall asleep mumbling how sorry you are anymore, saying my name in your sleep. Because when I say your name, it’s only ever for one of two reasons. I’m either asking you about your day at work, or I’m reprimanding you for all the careless things you do.
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via unculturedmag)
I hope you look for me in everyone you meet.
Because I Look For You (#206: February 27, 2014)
(Source: write2014, via steadyfootingg)
We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
Anonymous (via ridingsidesaddle)