Hello all! Its been a long time since I’ve used this. Enjoy
He lost his Self a thousand times and for days on end he dwelt in non-being. But although the paths took him away from Self, in the end they always led back to it. Although Siddhartha fled from the Self a thousand times, dwelt in nothing, dwelt in animal and stone, the return was inevitable; the hour was inevitable when he would again find himself in sunshine or in moonlight, in shadow or in rain, and was again Self and Siddhartha, again felt the torment of the onerous life cycle.
Hermann Hesse (via purplebuddhaproject)
Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.
Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
Am I right, folks?
i’ll stop getting fucked up if that means i get my life back(& i’ll stop blaming you for things i did myself, & i’ll stop listening to everyone who said i’m worthless) aka the how have i been such a fuckkjing idiot? song
now all im good at doing is drugs and feeling upset by contron
tunes for a snowed into your house with an oz day