WhenInDreams

This life is a dream soon to be forgotten. This fucked up world exists because you dreamt it into existence. Therefore, all that fuckery came from within. It is you.. ("You act like it's you against the world, but really it's just you against yourself.") You wake up and realize that you were everything and everyone. The Godhead.. There is nothing else because you are Everything! .. you are alone. You try to romanticize it. "Everything is already within me." "I am perfectly whole!" "One Love.." ...

If a product is free, that means the real product is you. ...

"According to a 19th century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: "It's a marvellous day today"! The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful. They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well. The Lie tells the Truth: "The water is very nice, let's take a bath together!" The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing. Suddenly, the Lie ...

"May you never be the reason why someone who loved to sing, doesn’t anymore. Or why someone who dressed so differently now wears standard clothing. Or why someone who always spoke of their dreams so wildly is now silent about them. May you never be the reason for someone giving up on a part of themselves because you were demotivating, non-appreciative or even worse, sarcastic about it.” —Shorouk Mostafa Ibrahim "Whatever the question, the right answer is love and compassion." —instagram.com/...

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence. —José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains” ...

The Ballad of Reading Gaol By Oscar Wilde I. He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby grey; A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon ...