ozzy the ocicat :D
ozzy the ocicat :D
Teddy, RIP :(
What is happiness? It’s a moment before you need more happiness.
meet baby Dorian :)
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“Nothing will benefit human health and increase the chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.” -Albert Einstein
Just stocked my fridge!
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.
– Mother Teresa (via strangeandnew)
(Source: neonlightmagic)
“I guess in some convoluted way, I’m afraid if I eat when I’m sad, I’ll be feeding the sadness.” - Audrey Hepburn
It was daytime.
There is a fresh dusting of snow on the ground, and the sun has just made its way out of the clouds. It is now that I spot a distant twinkle of light through my window, glimmering from a tree branch. At first, I think my eyes deceive me. Then, I have the idea that maybe it is a play of reflecting light from the sun. Finally, I see another glimmer on an opposing tree branch. These two glistening lights dance against the pale blue sky, as if communicating. I realize then that they are fireflies. What an abnormal display of their affections towards each other, I ponder, for fireflies do not light up during the day. But there they were, for many hours, illuminating their bodies to the other. Against the odds, they are bearing their souls in the light of day.
Perhaps nature knows of romance more than any man.
Have you ever closed your eyes, and tried to see its darkness deliberately?
A specific darkness, one that consumes all other shades of black?
It is hard to distinguish. But it is there. Trapped within the casting of dark shades from your eyelids, floating to and fro as you seek so desperately to uncover it.
And as you begin to recognize this specific darkness, you begin to doubt if this darkness is the blackest of all the shades of black. You soon become conscious of some darker creature, looming deeper into this darkness, a creature who resides so deep that you find it exists in a completely new dimension. At this point, it is impossible to comprehend this creature as anything other than your psyche itself. Existing far beyond the confines of your eyelids, you have discovered a new world. And so you desperately attempt to deliberately see this creature’s inhabitance, in perhaps an attempt to resolve this rising panic you feel creeping into your chest.
Most suddenly, you identify this deeper darkness where this creature resides, one which you are positive is the blackest of any black that has ever existed. Surely, you can wander through this blackness for hours.
There is a vague fog that surrounds this dimension of darkness. It claws at your peripheral vision; gnaws at your nerves. It takes upon itself a sense of being. Is it hiding a further and unfathomably deeper darkness? Unknown, this presence you feel frightens you.
It begs the question: how deep is true and pure darkness, and what must we compromise in order to find it?
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
-T.S. Eliot
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.
I never wanted it.
– Sylvia Plath, “Years” (via adderalldust)
(Source: larmoyante, via triteleia)
