sapphire1707:

Magnolia by peteleclerc

sapphire1707:

Magnolia by peteleclerc

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Tags: flowers
Be like the flower
who even gives its fragrance
to the hand that crushes it

Imam Ali   (via aphreodite)

Come, give this weight that endeavors to destroy you YOUR BEST SHOT

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But Ralph Waldo Emerson: "What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."

But Ralph Waldo Emerson: "What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."

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A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
— from Zen Shin Talks
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unfurling:

it would be pretty awesome if i wasn’t the only one sitting in the garden appreciating my handiwork.  if someone else could see the flowers and stop by for a chat maybe a cup of tea to enjoy them with me.

I WOULD <3

unfurling:

it would be pretty awesome if i wasn’t the only one sitting in the garden appreciating my handiwork.
if someone else could see the flowers
and stop by for a chat
maybe a cup of tea
to enjoy them with me.

I WOULD <3

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Mood Indigo! :) <3

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Tags: flowers
[[MORE]]Only when you realize that you don&#8217;t have to be perfect to be at peace will you truly embrace the meaning of peace.
But I still don&#8217;t feel worthy of feeling peace. I don&#8217;t want to be patient with myself. There&#8217;s a desperate lust in me for life to happen, for lightning to flash, chords to clash, skins to slash. At the same time I&#8217;m too patient with myself. I allow my promises to myself to break like spaghetti strands and I allow my sloth to control me like a puppeteer&#8217;s hands.
I guess I will never be able to break free from being defined by my impact rather than by my intrinsic, free-flowing spirit. Comes with my still not being able to accept / see God and letting go of my pride of sovereignty. Yet if I don&#8217;t submit to God, it looks like I will be submitting to the devil?
Change is the increasing hues of the sky at dawn. I shouldn&#8217;t expect it to occur just by flicking a lightbulb switch. But with what ferocity the past bites! My past. It sinks its venomous fangs repeatedly into these bruised, beaten, blubbery legs of mine and suppresses me. I can&#8217;t really move forward like that. I need to learn to step on top of it. Because I can power myself in other ways, not just by a hungry snake chasing behind.
Perhaps this is what it means to &#8220;be patient with myself&#8221;. Slowly I will starve this snake to its long overdue end.
And let this be the last piece of whimsy in which I will squeeze out all my soul and morph into a cocoon preparing for DD on the 25th. PLSPLSPLS DO YOU REALIZE HOW BADLY YOU WANT THIS???
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restaurer:

untitled by justine-reyes on Flickr.
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view-from-up-here:

the day after valentines day

view-from-up-here:

the day after valentines day

Tags: flowers
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Tags: flowers
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