Skeptic Believer

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Just because your life doesn’t seem to be going where you thought it would in the time frame you imagined for yourself, that doesn’t mean it’s not leading you to where you’re ultimately destined to be…a place you never even dared to dream existed.

uberfaenatic:

Just because your life doesn’t seem to be going where you thought it would in the time frame you imagined for yourself, that doesn’t mean it’s not leading you to where you’re ultimately destined to be…a place you never even dared to dream existed.

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Our souls are not hungry for fame, comfort, wealth, or power. Those rewards create almost as many problems as they solve. Our souls are hungry for meaning, for the sense that we have figured out how to live so that our lives matter so the world will be at least be a little bit different for our having passed through it.

Rabbi Harold Kushner (via thatkindofwoman)

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I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald   (via thatkindofwoman)

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1942, New York– Original caption: And it’s off to work goes Salvador Dali. His method of going to work is not that of the ordinary mortal. He lies on a perfumed couch in his studio with a handful of pencils. Perfume is then dropped on his eyelids to influence the character of his dreams, for dreams are the stuff of which surrealism is made. (via)

1942, New York– Original caption: And it’s off to work goes Salvador Dali. His method of going to work is not that of the ordinary mortal. He lies on a perfumed couch in his studio with a handful of pencils. Perfume is then dropped on his eyelids to influence the character of his dreams, for dreams are the stuff of which surrealism is made. (via)

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So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

—Jack Kerouac  (via thatkindofwoman)

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