colin-vian:

 Danny Galieote, The Great Escape, oil on canvas, 48 x 48

colin-vian:

 Danny Galieote, The Great Escape, oil on canvas, 48 x 48

Learning to make that first bow to ourselves is perhaps a step to realizing that a bow is just a bow, a simple gesture where all ideas of ‘self’ and ‘other,’ ‘worthy’ and ‘unworthy,’ fall away. It is a step of confidently committing ourselves to realizing the same freedom and compassion that all buddhas throughout time have discovered; it is acknowledging that we practice to be liberated.
just-art:

My Fair Lady by Ava Carmen

just-art:

My Fair Lady by Ava Carmen

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To cover up the dirt under my nails

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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.
blackyogis:

Back Bending anywhere!
Here is a way to take yoga off the mat and into world…
"Stopdropandyoga on Instagram I was tagged. Deep Backbend”
Thank you for submitting your photo!

This is how me and many of my family members go through life.

blackyogis:

Back Bending anywhere!

Here is a way to take yoga off the mat and into world…

"Stopdropandyoga on Instagram I was tagged.
Deep Backbend”

Thank you for submitting your photo!

This is how me and many of my family members go through life.

graveyardbabeyard:

Albuquerque, New Mexico

masteradept:

thesassyblacknerd:

nikkisavage:

cully-bear:

trustedwings:

My friend Tyler is trying to lose weight and he asked my other friend Orlando to train him. Tyler was embarrassed to go to the gym though so Orlando is taking care of that by dressing up as characters when they go to the gym so that the focus isn’t on Tyler but on himself. So far Tyler has been trained by a Jedi and steampunk Batman. This is one of the nicest things I have ever seen done for someone else. 

Orlando’s kindness blows me away.

For anyone that has gone to the gym as a larger man it can cause a lot of anxiety, speaking from experience. This is unbelievably sweet.

That is so fucking sweet.

Much respect!

…That’s friendship and love.

I will do this for anyone who would like me to. I am not very good at lifting weights, though.

NOT SO FUN FACT

puta-bacan:

As recently as 1991, police in a southern California community closed all rape reports made by prostitutes and addicts, placing them in a file stamped “NHI.” The letters stand for the words “No Human Involved.” (Linda Fairstein, Sexual Violence: Our War Against Rape, 1993, New York, William Morrow.)

tumblropenarts:

Artist Name: Charlotte Taylor
Tumblr: http://oecodomic.tumblr.com
Mechanical anatomy.

tumblropenarts:

Artist Name: Charlotte Taylor

Tumblr: http://oecodomic.tumblr.com

Mechanical anatomy.

didn’t need that typed up and ripped up and clenched in a cute little finger, and maybe Rumi didn’t even pen this but THAT”S OK

didn’t need that typed up and ripped up and clenched in a cute little finger, and maybe Rumi didn’t even pen this but THAT”S OK

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kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk:

IT S 2AM AN D IM LAUGHING HYSTERIALLY A T THIS PICTURE

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