Miss A Likes...
27-year-old woman, practicing Buddhist, music enthusiast, there's lots of things I could say but it's only the finger pointing at the moon. Let's be friends.

I also run millennialmystic.tumblr.com
Miss A Likes...
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"Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection. To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness. We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. You think the shadow is the substance."
Rumi (via yeshecholwa)
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"He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often—he searched for a simile, found one in his work—torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?"
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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vouguez:

To tell a woman everything she may not do is to tell her what she can do. 
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"Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender."
Rumi  (via thatkindofwoman)
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confront:

Paulo Monteiro, Untitled, 2012
Watercolour on paper.
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