Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
what if all the scenerios we make up in our head are actually real events happening in an alternative universe and we’re actually connecting with our alternate self’s mind
my alternate self is getting some serious dick
(Source: thesassycat, via recognizing-oblivion)
Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
would you still want to travel to
that country if
you could not take a camera with you.
There is nobody else like me idc where you look