zenmind-nomind:

Perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
To learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.

I talk
because you shake its leaves.

~ Octavio Paz 

rocnar:

Ando tão desanimado com a vida,
Com minhas escolhas,
Que me coloquei em bolha,
Hoje sou presa vencida.

Ando tão desanimado com a vida,
Com o meu coração tolo,
Se perdendo em tanto rolo,
Se matando na bebida.

Ando tão desanimado com a vida
Com uma vontade de desviver,
De não mais ter alvorecer,
De jogar-me na avenida.

Tão desanimado com a vida,
Que parei de andar.
Estagnei nesse lugar,
Carcomendo em despedida.

- Ricardo

hyper-maiden:

dipshut:

tinoleo:

davidchum:

naysayu:

cripwalkd:

shags:

frappocunioa:

alpacamoans:

No.

No.

More like annoying

I hate this so much

I feel sorry for everyone who can’t appreciate this.

Heck no.

This doesn’t make me want to laugh,but the photographer’s idea and intentions behind all this suffering by the taken lollipop is interesting

It is… cruel, yes, but I liked it. Very interesting idea.

zenmind-nomind:

The Old Poets of China
By Mary Oliver

Wherever I am,
the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness.
It does not believe
that I do not want it.
Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far
and high into the mountains,
then crept into the pale mist.

klartie:

fucking hell my dad was carving the chicken for dinner and all of a sudden i just hear him manically giggling to himself so i fucking go into the kitchen and this is what i fucking find

jesus christ dad what the fuck