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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. "

000037 by *dapple dapple on Flickr.

sakura_5 by kiyoshimachine on Flickr.


Ed Sheeran - I See Fire

(Source: aidaska, via koyukie)


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

Osaka by tammychou on Flickr.

Cloudy View Of Tokyo

After workship (by barcelonamade)

Asakusa Shop by tammychou on Flickr.

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

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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)

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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)

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Tokyo tower by yako ma