She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
F Scott Fitzgerald (via jbleaksquotes)


I want to live in an old house like this and fix it up to make it livable so bad.

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There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.
 Pema Chödrön (via purplebuddhaproject)
My nights are for overthinking, my mornings are for oversleeping.
Unknown (via completings)
this describes my whole life (via schlafwandel)

I climbed down to some tracks a few weeks ago where a train had derailed itself. If I watched the news, I might have known more before adventuring down with a former friend. It was such a strange sight. I don’t want to call it beautiful, but there was an odd and very rustic appeal in witnessing the aftermath of the wreckage. It made me ponder the idea that machinery is fallible like all else in this world.

Then my friend and I were chased down by a man in a truck guarding the sight, and we left of our own volition after conferring with him, both quickly and politely.

My life is something funny.

I can’t decide if it’s peculiarity that makes it so, or just that I have a strange sense of humor.

I got to thinking in the passenger seat of said friend’s car that life has no intrinsic or external meaning. There is nothing outside of existence that can be fathomed, simply because nothing cannot exist outside of what already is. I have no god to thank, no creator that made me imagery. I am not personified of something supposedly better than myself. I am here in this beautiful, physical world with this body, this ‘shell.’ There are lungs that allow me to breathe, a heart that pumps blood through me, limbs I use to move and act with, and most importantly, a brain to let me experience it all. Consciousness is a natural gift of vast wonder. For that, I am so glad.

I am the luckiest human being to have realized that our lives are rare. It sounds so simple, but I feel it. I have said it before and I’ll say it again:

There is beauty in brevity. When I’m to die someday like those before me, I will be recycled into this universe from which I arose.


You Are Just A Shell

You are just a shell that arrived before me on starlit nights,
tattered and torn by the waves that brought you.

We were like the high tide:
violent, powerful, and crashing.

We were the moon:
always amplifying itself or waning into less.

We were an exploding star:
a gorgeous sight to witness
but something nearing an end.

And I do not burn for you anymore.

I threw you back.

The things I find most beautiful about a person are almost never physical.
(via king-18)
You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.
Alan Watts. Philosopher (via purplebuddhaproject)

Handwritten by whitepaperquotes contributor Lauren


Handwritten by whitepaperquotes contributor Lauren

Every situation is a rose bush. Will you complain about the sharp edges in your bouquet, or be in awe that flowers emerged from thorns?
Dalia Mogahed (via thelittlephilosopher)