get lost in the moment.

ask   one lives right now, in the present moment, or not at all.

"I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process." 
— Vincent van Gogh

"I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process." 

— Vincent van Gogh

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— 6 days ago with 67877 notes
"Because there was a hunger in me to see everything and do everything. I wanted to be everyone I saw. I wasn’t enough for me. Can you understand that?"
Sidney Sheldon (via modernhepburn)

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"I like getting older, I feel like I’m aging into my personality."
Nick Miller (via oliveandbruise)

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— 1 month ago with 7516 notes

Bloom - The Paper Kites

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you.

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— 1 month ago with 4015 notes

letters-to-nobody:

Two-Minute Personality Test
By Jonathan Safran Foer

What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look though your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?

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— 1 month ago with 13620 notes

coffee-in-europe:

A summary of adulthood: last night I was sick from eating too many jelly beans because no one could stop me

— 1 month ago with 48 notes
#too true  #but for me its icecream