to Judge: is to evaluate in order to
form an opinion/make a ruling

which means to Judge someone, is
not only in the act of condemning
another
but also in the act of being
convinced that someone “hates
you” or “harbor’s animosity”
towards you.

we forget that everything we
perceive is filtered through what is
inside us.(to the pure all things are
pure)—example: you have had a
horrible, stressful day, as a result
everyone around looks like they
have some sort of hidden agenda.
things that wouldn’t normally
offend you, offend you. if the
person next to you doesn’t look
happy, you assume he’s mad @
you.—believe it or not this is a form
of judging.

so what is the cure for this problem
we have? how do we stop
wrongfully judging the people
around us?

LOVE. LOVE thinks no evil of the
people around you. when you see a
brother or sister upset, you don’t
jump to the conclusion that “they
never liked you” or “hated you”
because if you love them, your
mind wont go there.

if you think the worst in someone,
they are not the problem. you are.
you have a Love deficiency.

I think i might love him.. And i sure i’m not supose to.. And that scares me.

i mention my mother lightly in a twitter post to explain why i had my phone taken away.. and she instantly believes i was trying to embarrass HER! like me being punished when i’m nearly an adult is HER fault..(and a WHOLE lot more embarrassing for HER than for ME) i never made it seem like i was innocent. i deserved what i got, but as soon as i mention her, she believes that i’m trying to make her look bad, bla bla bla. i can’t take this anymore.. i tried to explain myself, and it literally was like explaining myself 2 a mentally deranged person. this idea that i’m out to get her is insane. she claims she doesn’t know me anymore; I DON’T KNOW HER! how could you assume that me telling it like it is was somehow a way to put you on blast amazes me. the self centeredness of it all boggles my mind.
ugh!! get over yourself..

I’ve realized that i find a deep voice on a guy absolutely, utterly, and bone chillingly sexy

ycphotographs:

by giulia ferrando

arabicdoll:

my fiancee is the last type of ppl =o

Why is it every time i have a dream about myself getting married its like like a horror flick where im being forced 2 marry against my will?
I think my sub conscious is trying to tell me something..

myinkstainedheart:

The eyes often do not see, where it ends,
so where it begins, preoccupied by mourning
the passing of transient things.
And when autumn takes the breath of leaves,
of flowers and their scents, in the soil bed
all these dying are gateways to spring.

i’m like a paper airplane 

Frail get sturdy

Flight can consume me

But its all based on chance

And even though you might see me soaring through the sky

Remember that i stil always have a crash landing

ycphotographs:

“Madness strips things down to their core.  It takes everything and in exchange offers only more madness, and the occasional ability to see things that are not there.” Lauren Simonutti, by Gonzalo Bénard for 2HeadS

there’s always going to be a time when we need some support 

the main reason that i can’t wrap my mind around seeing myself married, is not because i can’t see anyone loving me..

its me being able to truly love someone else, that confounds my mind

ycphotographs:

by Nana Lutea

ycphotographs:

by Yngvar Larsen