The heart feels what the heart feels.
It can beat extremely fast and extremely steady.
It can create lumps in the throat.
It can make us physically starve.
It plays with the plumbing of one’s eyes.
It puts us in a place where we question ourselves, our motives, our passions, our beliefs, our thoughts.
It controls our behavior.
It controls our speech.
It controls what we want and what we yearn for.
This life… this heart…
It feels what it feels…
This Wild Life - Roots and Branches
I feel nothing at all, yeah I trip and I fall
Running straight into walls while you’re suffering withdrawals
When will I ever get a better hand?
I am losing my hope and it hurts in my throat
Have my back to the coast at the end of my rope
Oh, will I ever be a better man?
Am I meant to be alone?
To live a pure unselfish life, one must count nothing as one’s own in the midst of abundance.
Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via kushandwizdom)
It’s been 8 years since I’ve skated North Beach & the skate park. Rad vibes all round! (at North Beach Skate Park)
Already found the best pillows for nap time 😴
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