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The good vibe


The good vibe

(via 420muffins)

Black is always elegant. It is the most complete colour in the whole world, made of all the colours in the palette.

—Ricardo Tisci (via enkelthed)

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“The earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth.”
~ Chief Seattle, The Chief Seattle’s Speech

If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It’s lethal.

—Paulo Coelho  (via mooongypsy)

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They wanna see you do good, but never better than them. Remember that.

—(via ulzzang-fangirl)

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Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail
And you are stayed for. There, my blessing with thee.
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel,
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear ’t that th’ opposèd may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.
Take each man’s censure but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy—rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell. My blessing season this in thee.
- Hamlet [I, 3]

Do a man dirt, yourself you hurt.

Io vorrei farti dormire, ma come i personaggi delle favole, che dormono per svegliarsi solo il giorno in cui saranno felici. Ma succederà così anche a te. Un giorno tu ti sveglierai e vedrai una bella giornata. Ci sarà il sole, e tutto sarà nuovo, cambiato, limpido. Quello che prima ti sembrava impossibile diventerà semplice, normale. Non ci credi? Io sono sicuro. E presto. Anche domani. Guarda, Natalia, il cielo! È una meraviglia!

Fedor Dostoevskij, Le notti bianche (via dyanwharton)

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At first, man was enslaved by the gods. But he broke their chains. Then he was enslaved by the kings. But he broke their chains. He was enslaved by his birth, by his kin, by his race. But he broke their chains. He declared to all his brothers that a man has rights which neither god nor king nor other men can take away from him, no matter what their number, for his is the right of man, and there is no right on earth above this right. And he stood on the threshold of freedom for which the blood of the centuries behind him had been spilled.
~Ayn Rand, Anthem

Make it happen. Shock everyone.

—(via bon-za)

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