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koufy:

zo-wie:

wekisstobemissed:

atidae:

deniul:

all my followers need to know who this is

this makes me die a little inside.

missed by millions

aw this picture

I remember how my whole class wrote letters to them after what happened, what a great man.
loveyourchaos:

okay.

"People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away."

-  F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via untames)

(Source: 13neighbors, via loveyourchaos)

mylittlerewolution:



The first step in the mental training is to become the master of external things. He who is addicted to worldly pleasures, however learned or ignorant he may be, however high or low his social position may be, is a servant to mere things. He cannot adapt the external world to his own end, but he adapts himself to it. He is constantly employed, ordered, driven by sensual objects. Instead of taking possession of wealth, he is possessed by wealth. Instead of drinking liquors, he is swallowed up by his liquors. Balls and music bid him to run mad. Games and shows order him not to stay at home. Houses, furniture, pictures, watches, chains, hats, bonnets, rings, bracelets, shoes—in short, everything has a word to command him. How can such a person be the master of things? To Ju (Na-kae) says: “There is a great jail, not a jail for criminals, that contains the world in it. Fame, gain, pride, and bigotry form its four walls. Those who are confined in it fall a prey to sorrow and sigh for ever.”

— The Religion of the Samurai, by Kaiten Nukariya, [1913]
loveyourchaos:

YUP