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" I get out of bed, go over to the window, and look at the night sky. And think about time that can never be regained. I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me. "
kireiyume:

000037 by *dapple dapple on Flickr.
kissme-babyexotic:

sakura_5 by kiyoshimachine on Flickr.

bravae:

Ed Sheeran - I See Fire

(Source: aidaska, via koyukie)

ileftmyheartintokyo:

梅 - 北野天満宮 / Kitano Tenman-gu Shrine by Active-U on Flickr.
novemberschopin:

Osaka by tammychou on Flickr.
picturecorrect:

Cloudy View Of Tokyo
chakuyo:

After workship (by barcelonamade)
novemberschopin:

Asakusa Shop by tammychou on Flickr.
oretorii:

by ヤシマタクミ on Flickr.
Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.
written by Paulo Coelho  (via thestylishgypsy)

(Source: randombeautysls, via jongimaeul)

As I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I won’t let my spirit be destroyed.
written by Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen. (via pnko)

(Source: mollyyconnollyy, via riri-neko)

Sometimes, I forget that I am young. I forget that I have only been blessed with a quarter of a century. I forget that mistakes are part of trying. I forget that fear is motivation, not food for anxiety. I forget that friendship takes kindness, and openness. I need to forget those who have made me less kind and less open. I forget the way a first kiss feels. I forget to smile sometimes. I forget what it’s like to be wooed, except by myself. I forget that it’s better to woo yourself than to expect others to do it for you. I forget how to give a genuine hug to someone other than my mother and my father. Because I’m fearful others won’t return it. I forget the sound of my first boyfriend’s voice. I forget to eat well. I forget to make eye contact, retail has killed a friendlier version of myself. I forget not to stand tall and act like I don’t care, because of how I was approached when I cared. I forget that kindness and courage can go hand in hand. I forget who I was when I was 19. I forget what it looks like when someone wants to be your friend. I forget because I remember that no one can change my life, only I can. I remember these wonderful women who have looked me in the eye, and told me good, and kind words. Strong words. I forget that each day is a blessing. That each day is what I make it. That each day belongs to me and me alone. I forget. I’m going to forget forgetting and start remembering.
written by That Kind Of Woman (via cold-winter-days)

(via cold-winter-days)


Tokyo tower by yako ma