Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognise it as such.

Henry Miller (via kari-shma)
dionyssos:

Henri Matisse , nude at the mirror

ajantas:

don’t buy your girl flowers. flowers die. buy her a potted cactus

wonderous-world:

Alberta. Canada by Shuchun Du

Being

Today I feel ugly.

I wasn’t necessarily referring to my physical appearance, although I feel disappointment in that area as well.

What I was referring to was my core. My being. My mind and soul.
I’m clawing at the seams of myself to discover who I am, and who I am, leaves me shivering all through my sleepless nights.

I am an ugly being.