My rant. My appearance and sexuality is only a teeny morsel of who I am.
There are not enough words to describe my love for eclectic interior design, converted-warehouse lofts, and wood, metal, and brick homes.
When you’re not there, all is well.
It is my way only to offer this Dhamma for your consideration and reflection.
I’m not trying to brain wash you, control you or manipulate your sensibilities.
I don’t mind what you think. I don’t mind how you live your life.
Whatever you do, whether you become a Dhamma disciple with me, or reject everything I say, you still have my love.
You still have my compassion.
You can’t shake that from me.
You can’t do something to disappoint me because I have no expectation of you.
When the heart is open it’s like this.
Only ego ( self identity ) makes demands on others.
The heart just accepts, supports, and responds in a wise and loving way.
This is the path of Dhamma.
May all beings be happy.
Michael Kewley (via purplebuddhaproject)
This is beautiful.
Cut your hair a certain way and all the lesbians start looking at you differently.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say I still have loving feelings for you.
Shout out to all the lesbians stuck in the strange limbo between butch and femme.
My life right now.
So lovely in Brighton today and I’m staying in, trying to do schoolwork. Must. Be. Diligent.
I am not an option.
The trendiest celebration in baseball.
Fenton and Fenton
LOVE the colours.
When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
Shauna Niequist (via sorakeem)