“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”—Mahatma Gandhi (via purplebuddhaproject)
I miss vacation. It was a nice blip in my unending routine.
For the life of me, I cannot eat anything that isn’t laid out for me on a plate or bowl. I have destroyed sandwiches, burritos, tacos, pita wraps… I don’t get it. They just disintegrate in my hands and the innards get all over my plate and face. Am I squeezing it too hard? Am I holding it wrong? It is seriously impairing my quality of life. Send help ASAP.
I need to stop buying board games and earrings. It’s this weird itch. Voices in my head.
The babies from my Mother of Thousands plant have begun rooting. I planted way too many babies. I must devise a long-term plan to ensure a successful future for these babies.
I haven’t watched the True Blood finale in its entirety yet. Once I do, it will be truly over. Not sure yet how I feel about it.
America is some fucked up dystopian shit honestly like how are y’all even surviving? Paying for healthcare? $60,000 on tuition? POC getting shot in Wal-Marts? White men shooting up elementary schools? That’s terrifying I’m worried about all of you
“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.”—Pema Chodron (via purplebuddhaproject)