The Dreams Inside Your Head

Willpower

These days, I cannot even find the willpower to write what I feel. It stagnates within my chest, decaying like everything else that crosses over me. My thoughts are strained, my heart is weak, and I do not know how to change what is always here.

3 days ago -

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Each progressive spirit is oppressed by a thousand mediocre minds appointed to guard the past.

Maurice Maeterlinek (via samsaranmusing)

3 days ago -

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The ego says, ‘I shouldn’t have to suffer,’ and that thought makes you suffer so much more. It is a distortion of the truth, which is always paradoxical. The truth is that you need to say yes to suffering before you can transcend it.

Eckhart Tolle (via samsaranmusing)

3 days ago -

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Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.

Alice Koller (via vetustamorlah)

(via samsaranmusing)

3 days ago -

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The actor becomes an emotional athlete. The process is painful - my personal life suffers.

Al Pacino (via screwinaroundgrowinup)

4 days ago -

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Years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute.

Edgar Allan Poe (via samsaranmusing)

(Source: aquaticwonder, via samsaranmusing)

4 days ago -

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Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

Hafiz (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: shaktilover, via diamonds-and-dust)

6 days ago -

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What Becomes of These Men?

What becomes of these men, whose weary souls hang like the faded petals of a dying tree? What becomes of these men, whose cry for help is but a whisper beneath the roaring thunder of the storm? What becomes of these men, who rip flesh from bone in quiet desperation, only to become corpses in the gloom of chilling silence? What becomes of them?

2 weeks ago -

1

samsaranmusing:

The problem with human beings is that we think we are special.

2 weeks ago -

91

And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

Edgar Allan Poe (via larmoyante)

(via diamonds-and-dust)

3 weeks ago -

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