Conversations With My Soul

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May The Light of Your Soul Guide You

May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work
you do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those who work with you and to those who see and receive your work. May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and excitement.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden you.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams, Possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.

- John O’Donohue

— 2 weeks ago
That’s the motto.

That’s the motto.

— 2 weeks ago

Tenerife Sea | Ed Sheeran

"…no one knows anything but us."

— 2 weeks ago
"

I hold regret in my heart
for the moments I could’ve made
into something bigger, deeper,
More beautiful,
My heart pumps longing into my body.

I carry apologies in my mouth;
My tongue is swollen with things
I should’ve said to the people I’ve loved;
Who are now all too far in either body or heart to reach.

And my mind -
The space behind my eyes
Is a gallery of lost chances,
My dreams have all become exhibitions
Of things I’ve failed to achieve.

I feel the years weighing down on my body;
I look in mirrors and find only ghosts.
What kind of peace can there be,
For a soul like mine?

"
body of regret, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

(via kkissingthelipless)

— 3 weeks ago with 75 notes
Our Song

lovecynicversushopelessromantic:

If we ever had a song, it would be the sound of my dorm room door opening the first time I saw you. 
You walked right in passed me and handed our mutual friend a miniature bottle of apple juice. Without opening her eyes, still laying in my bed, she accepted the offering. With the same hand she pointed at me, and then at you; “Tunu, Ari. Ari, Tunu”. I indulged your rude, nonchalant gesture of a handshake and mumbled my own “hello” dismissively. 

If we ever had a song, it would be the sound of your footsteps hastily catching up to mine in the crowded student center. Whipping my hair to look back, I caught a glimpse of you and quickly turned around. But you caught me. “It’s Tunu, right?”, you said with a disarming smile. “I’m…” you continued before I cut you off acknowledging that I knew who you were. Swiftly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, you pulled me in for a hug. 

If we ever had a song, it would be the sound of your fingers on your guitar, playing a song I can hardly remember. We were friends now. We had gotten passed our initial utter dislike for each other and we had simply grown on each other. It’s funny how someone can become such a part of you for no reason other than both of you being somewhat stuck in the same place at the same time. Serendipity. We’d have never been friends under different circumstances. 

If we ever had a song, it would be the sound of our laughter. Shrill and loud. Hearty and content. Sitting in bed for hours listening to music, at times talking and at other times not. Falling asleep in each others arms, with the rain soft against the window and our breathing deep and easy. Waking up warm and at peace, snuggled for dear life. Staring at each other with our lips sealed and our eyes betraying the questions they dared not ask. 

If we ever had a song, it would be "You and Me". I should have known then that you loved me, but more than that, I should have loved you back. There you were, on stage, singing your heart out. But something was different this time, you were singing at me; you were singing to me. I could feel your gaze like an intense spotlight. I was hesitant to look up at you, I was hesitant to fall. 

If we had a song, it would be the sound of our lips touching the first time you kissed me. You were eager, promising and hopeful. I… I just stood there reluctant. I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t kiss you back. I could sense the disappointment, the defeat. I loved you though, I really did. I just wasn’t ready to… to commit. I was taking my sweet time. I figured you would still be there when I was ready. It was selfish, I know. 

If we had a song, it would be the sound of my heart sinking the last time you kissed me. It was chaste, quick and uninvolved. I tried to hang on, meshing my lips to yours, begging… I should have said something. I just hadn’t counted running out of time so quickly. I knew this was it; it must have been hard for you too. I wonder if you still wonder… about me, about us. I know I do. You were the one that got away. 

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— 3 weeks ago with 2 notes
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“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a man, my son!”

"
— 1 month ago
"If you can walk with the crowd and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth of distance run- Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it, And-which is more-you’ll be a man my son."
― Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father’s Advice to His Son
— 1 month ago with 1 note
"

I hold regret in my heart
for the moments I could’ve made
into something bigger, deeper,
More beautiful,
My heart pumps longing into my body.

I carry apologies in my mouth;
My tongue is swollen with things
I should’ve said to the people I’ve loved;
Who are now all too far in either body or heart to reach.

And my mind -
The space behind my eyes
Is a gallery of lost chances,
My dreams have all become exhibitions
Of things I’ve failed to achieve.

I feel the years weighing down on my body;
I look in mirrors and find only ghosts.
What kind of peace can there be,
For a soul like mine?

"
body of regret, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

(via kkissingthelipless)

— 1 month ago with 75 notes