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Friday, March 1st from 6:00-10:00: We’ve got music, we’ve got food and yes, we’ve even got a scavenger hunt! Visit Frist Friday venues and look for the mini fake iguana at any participating venue. Bring it back to Writers & Books by 9PM to receive a FREE copy of this year’s “If All of…
I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.
Rumi (via nicolepolk)
Love This Song!!! Even tHo His Ego Rages a Bit Hard at Times… lol… But Whaddaya Gonna Do? I’ve Come to Believe All Artists Are at Least a LiTTle Bit Narcissistic… & Yes… That Does Includes Me… Ahem, Now… Moving Right Along… :P… My Favorite Line From This Song: ~ EveryBody Got Feet But Not My Shoes On ~ Also, Love When He Says, “Yo, 4 Real… Y’all Still Talking?” [3:06] I Don’t Know… Just Something About the Way He Says It Right There… SweeT… ~
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~ <3 ~ Love This Song ~ <3 ~
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You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.
Rumi (via fuckyeahrumi)
John Mayer’s ‘The Heart of Life” is one of my favorite songs. It helps me to see things positively even if it seems they aren’t.
Done at Glaube, Liebe, Hoffnung (Essen, Germany).
oH… yeah… i like this one.
One of the marvels of the world:
The sight of a soul sitting in prison
with the key in its hand.
The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does.” They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Revisited (via leritas)
