Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Ernest Hemingway  (via w-ildfires)

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If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.

A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner  (via nuodai)

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And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We’ve managed to muddle through the awkward stage of I like you and you like me, but when we both finally said ‘yes’ life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. And, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. Lady, I don’t have to study you to be sure. You’re the choice I made before I knew what the other choices were.

Shane Koyczan (via rainydaysandblankets)

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notashley:

The infamous ‘Jonestown Massacre’ led by cult leader Jim Jones, where around 909 people committed mass suicide by cyanide poisoning on November 18, 1978.

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vveird-o:

cordealia:

true-affection-sings:

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said, ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are.)”


I can’t

vveird-o:

cordealia:

true-affection-sings:

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.

When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said, ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are.)”

I can’t

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