"Kiss your own fingertips
and hug your own curves.
You are made of waves and honey
and spicy peppers when it is necessary.
You are a goddess,
I hope you haven’t forgotten."
"The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other."
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”"
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade"
If someone ever tells you a certain song is important to them you should turn it up and lay on your bed and close your eyes and really listen to it even if its 10 minutes long because at the end you will know that person much better I think
My love for this post is unbelievable.
LOVELAND, CO - AUGUST 24: The peloton rides through the country side under a big sky during stage six of the 2013 USA Pro Challenge from Loveland to Fort Collins on August 24, 2013 in Loveland, Colorado. (Photo by Doug Pensinger/Getty Images) (via Cycling - Photo Gallery - Yahoo! Sports)
"DRINKING WITH JENN could be the craziest, most intense experience of your life,” says Shelton’s best friend, Jessie Polini. “She’s insanely strong, and she’ll try to fight everyone in sight.” As a rugby player during her one year at the University of North Carolina, Shelton set a standard previously considered unachievable in sports: too wild for the rugby parties. “She’d get so nuts, guys on the men’s team would wrestle her down and carry her back to her room,” Polini says. “She’d be screaming, ‘I’ll be good now! I promise!’ But they knew better.” Shelton’s rap sheet includes arrests for assault, public nudity, and whatever the charge is for frisbeeing a forest ranger’s hat after getting busted for mountain biking in a wilderness area.
Her running career didn’t even start until after she dropped out of UNC. Jobless, alone, and still a teenager, she became infatuated with Beat writers and Danish philosophers and headed cross-country to San Francisco to write poetry. She eventually rambled home to lifeguard on Virginia Beach. There, on a whim, she accepted a friend’s challenge to run the Mountain Masochist, a notoriously hard 50-mile ultra through the Blue Ridge Mountains. She’d never even tried a marathon, so she turned where she always did when she needed advice: to her favorite chain-smoking alcoholics, Jack Kerouac and Charles Bukowski.
Her approach to trail running, Shelton says, came from Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums. “Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don’t look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by,” he wrote. And her race philosophy comes from Bukowski: “If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire.”
(Source: kayfishmd, via runningislife)
"People are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice."
"What do you do? What is your schedule like? Are you working a nine to five, showing up in a suit and tie? Are you carrying your life in a bag on your back traveling this sprawling earth; is your home inside of you or do you find yourself without one? Do you spend your day in a box on the freeway, collecting tolls from angry people on their way to or from somewhere else? Are you dressed in your Sunday best, or come Sunday, standing in front of a sea of your peers hoping to teach? … Are you transforming blank canvas into dreams and visions or blacking out your vision with a good dose of morphine… are you singing, are you reading, are you raising little people to be the best they can be; are you hiding, are you searching in hopes of finding, things or beings that have been lost? Are you sweeping up the dust from other peoples lives?
Are you gathering the trash,
Are you husbands,
Are you wives?
Say what you like. But we are all one thing together, Human beings.
Being, the best we can.
So please, Remember to treat the ones you meet,
With the same love you most need.
Please remember we are not Our jobs.
Is not necessarily,
It is not fair or loving,
To reduce someone To a function.
The man working
Third shift at Walmart
Is not your scratching post,
He is not a ghost,
He is not a cashier,
He is your brother.
He is your father.
He is loving your mother,
He is making a home for your sister,
He is nourishing your future,
Healing the past,
Please remember your words are sharp,
They can sting,
As arrows sprung from string,
But they could breathe…
Life and love,
Into a tired body,
Please love your family.
We are all one here,
We are together,
We were made out of love,
We need love,
So be love… And you’ll all be lovely.
It’s horrifyingly ugly,
When we forget what is true.
When we get so lost we,
Spit venom through Our teeth.
If you want to stop the bleeding,
You must first start believing,
In yourself, then in others.
Love is the only life in a world that is fleeting,
Love who you are, and others that are being,
Love makes you free.
If you want to be…
Remember yourself for who you are,
And don’t forget those around you,
Remember that we are all in this together."
Mini Redwood Growing Out Of Fallen Redwood
This poor little guy is a fighter but not long for this world.
(Samuel P Taylor Park, California - 1/2014)