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“An endless task, the cataloguing of reality. We accumulate facts, we discuss them, but with every line that is written, with every statement that is made, one has the feeling of incompleteness.”— Frantz Fanon, Black Skin, White Masks
“There is nothing which remains difficult if it is practised. So, through practice with minor discomforts, even major discomfort becomes bearable.”— Śāntideva, Bodhicaryāvatāra, Crosby & Skilton tr. (6:14)
An elegant mid-century modern living room.
I need that green sofa!
(via phiillm)
I promise you, closed doors, bad energy, rejection, and shit that falls apart is actually the universe protecting you from people, paths, and places not meant for you.
He had this way of always finding the good, and believing in everything, despite all that she had seen. And that is what I loved the most - the pure magic of her undying hope.
Becca Lee