Happy birthday Helena Bonham Carter! The most beautiful woman in the world
My eyes got all watery reading that : )
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Thoughts
I.
The thing that scares me most about life is its unpredictability. A handful of Masters of life tell us how we choose what we experience, that on some level, we create every experience we have. But do we choose everything? I’m not so sure. Or maybe I don’t understand. I need answers to that one. I’m seeing answers to my questions pop up faster and faster, and God, I’m telling You, I need answers to this one. After tonight, it just has me thinking about the way things happen in life. It brings me back to the sudden way I received the news of my two friends dying in a car wreck my senior year of high school. It makes me wonder what else could be around the corner. As deeply spiritual as I am, as much as I read Seth Speaks, Conversations With God, follow Eckhart Tolle or Jesus Christ, I’m not so sure I truly understand some things they’ve all said. How is that we choose this? Who truly chooses? Why?
II.
As a person who continuously types as an INFP, sometimes INFJ, I read a lot that we’re attracted to sad things. I can’t say that’s true for all INFPs, but it’s true for me as an actor/artist. Not so much in my everyday life away from my creative pursuits. Definitely evident in my writing here. As long as I’ve decided I’ve wanted to be an actor, I’ve been given numerous comedic roles or have been in comedic plays/films. They’ve been fun and people have enjoyed my performances, but these are not the type of roles I crave. I want to cry as a character. I want to yell. I want to be a destructive character on stage or on camera. I want to be vile, someone who is hated. I want to embody the characters who dominantly embody many of the painful feelings keep at bay. I want to let out the emotions I keep control of so well around others. I’m attracted to these roles because most of the tragedy and hardship of my life took place in my childhood and teenage years. For the most part, that pain has gone unexpressed how I truly need it to be. And doing that in a comedic role only allows so much room for me. I asked myself why I wanted to be an actor one time. I wanted it to be some big reason, something passionate. But it was simple: To scream so that I could let out all of the pain from my early years. Yes, I type as an INFP. And that’s why I’m attracted to sad things.
Please pray for my family
Hey beautiful Tumblr people,
This night has left me in a frantic state of mind, and my family also. My uncle was just rushed to the hospital. He came home from work sick today and started throwing up very badly. He was in the bathroom and began to lose consciousness just 30 minutes ago. We have no idea what’s going on with him. I’ve not seen my grandmother cry since I was 12 years old, so I know she’s incredibly worried (my grandmother takes care of my uncle since he has Down Syndrome). All I ask is for your prayers. One or more gathered in prayer or in the intent for good will helps.
Thank you and enjoy your night
LeVance
Sometimes I tire from the kisses
and the hunger for carnal celebration
Sometimes I want to be just like we
are now. Face to face with our eyes closed, sharing this silent state of Being.
When the senses are fat from being fed, sometimes all I care to do is close my eyes and simply feel you there.
“From Occupy Frankfurt. The German police took off their helmets and marched with the protest clearing the way for them.”
This makes America look awful.
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Leave This Life In Peace
The plea for affection sprang from her eyes like daisies
I wondered how that could be when the soil it sprang from was eroding away
Cry, my dearly beloved soul, I’ll pluck these gifts
I’ll put away these offerings of nature in the garden of my heart
And you can allow your wings to carry you away to your Peace
I wondered how that could be when the soil it sprang from was eroding away
Cry, my dearly beloved soul, I’ll pluck these gifts
I’ll put away these offerings of nature in the garden of my heart
And you can allow your wings to carry you away to your Peace
"I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you ‘have something to say.’ I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The ‘unsayable’ thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it."
— Rebecca Lindenberg (via leopoldgursky)
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“Never forget, however, that it is the light amongst you—that light which passes from heart to heart—that shines the way of your evolution. You are sparks of creation, the brilliance of All That Is. It is the love within you and your trust in the purpose of all creation that liberates you from ever doubting the meaning or outcome of existence.”
—Patricia Cori
Atlantis Rising: The Struggle Of Darkness And Light
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“Never forget, however, that it is the light amongst you—that light which passes from heart to heart—that shines the way of your evolution. You are sparks of creation, the brilliance of All That Is. It is the love within you and your trust in the purpose of all creation that liberates you from ever doubting the meaning or outcome of existence.”
—Patricia Cori
Atlantis Rising: The Struggle Of Darkness And Light
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My First Relationship Taught Me a Lesson
When I was 5 years old I had my first girlfriend. The first day of kindergarten, she came up to me, without knowing me, and said “You want to be my boyfriend?” I said yes. That was that. She broke up with me the next day when she came up to me and said very plainly “I don’t want to be together anymore” and I said okay. That was that. Growing up has made me realize we have created a bunch of unnecessary details around hello & goodbye.
The mystery that gives way to poetry
When I look upon Life, the sun explodes inside of me with the same intense burst it does right before I enter you. The brilliance of everything I see before my eyes demands words and demands understanding. The explosion is a mystery of its own. Therefore, it demands poetry and lyrics that try to encompass the feeling. I understand that there is no color to the wind, but when I see it carry red leaves down my street in the fall, I put this pen to paper to interpret the feeling it gives me. These feeble creative attempts are me trying to sum up God the Goddess. She touches through silence, awakens with a whisper and gives love with a thrust. She is the sun exploding inside of me that gives me the feeling that cannot be summed up with words.
