si una vez dije que te amaba, no sé lo que pensé, estaba looooca
my idol growing up :)
Peter Driben pin-up collage
i am absolutely obsessed with pin up! i have to get my own shoot done someday…
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Pre-school… playing with this little girl before nap time… my arms were the gate and she had to pass by before the gate closed. i fell asleep and my mom woke me up and picked me up early that day… i don’t know why i chose to remember this but i did.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
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Marianne Williamson in Return to Love Often mistakenly attributed to Nelson Mandela |
Love according to St. Augustine..
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
-St. Augustine
i couldnt agree more !!
