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All our memories are reconstructed memories. They are the product of what we originally experienced and everything that’s happened afterwards. Scott Fraser

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residualrandomtarian:

“You are not an observer, you are a participant.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh

And the spring comes 留恋枝头一点香 (by lengkiong 李宁强)

residualrandomtarian:

“You are not an observer, you are a participant.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh

And the spring comes 留恋枝头一点香 (by lengkiong 李宁强)

boundforbeantown:

Really hope I’m not the only one who feels like this.

boundforbeantown:

Really hope I’m not the only one who feels like this.

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residualrandomtarian:

“The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Mozaic (by Katka S.)

residualrandomtarian:

“The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Mozaic (by Katka S.)

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. Jane Austen (via seersuckerandmagnolias)

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If you have one parent who loves you, even if they can’t buy you clothes, they’re so poor & they make all kinds of mistakes & maybe sometimes they even give you awful advice, but never for one moment do you doubt their love for you — if you have this, you have incredibly good fortune. If you have two parents who love you? You have won life’s Lotto. If you don’t have parents, or if the parents you have are so broken & so, frankly, terrible that they are no improvement over nothing, this is fine. It’s not ideal because it’s harder without adults who love you more than they love themselves. But harder is just harder, that’s all - parents are a luxury. Augusten Burroughs, This Is How (via laninaseria)
I think it’s important to consider that billions of years before we were students and mothers and dog trainers and priests, we were particles that came together to form into star after star after star until almost forever passed, and instead of a star what formed was life—simplistic, crude, miraculous. And after another almost infinity, there we were. This is why for you, anything is possible. Because you are made of everything. Augusten Burroughs (via everythingisgonnabefi-i-i-i-ine)
If you meet somebody and they love you when you are your true, awful, not-ready-yet, boring, not cool enough, not handsome enough, not pretty enough, too fat, too poor self? And if you love them back so much it makes you calm? And they have flaws and you do not mind a single one of them? That means you get yourself to the church and you pull one of those priests out of bed and you have him cast one of those wedding spells on you. If you’re gay and this happens, you might have to rent a car first and drive to one of the states that operates a few hours ahead. Because if you found that, you found it. Augusten Burroughs, This Is How (via everythingisgonnabefi-i-i-i-ine)
Tonight the speaker is talking about how people in recovery are always looking for these big, dramatic miracles. How we want the glass of water to magically rise up off the table. How we overlook the miracle that there is a glass at all in the first place. And given the universe, isn’t the real miracle that the glass doesn’t just float up and away? Dry: A Memoir, Augusten Burroughs, page 123. (via teenageangstreader)