It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary to journey to the desert. You do not go to the desert to find identity, but to lose it, to lose your personality, to be anonymous. You make yourself void. You become silence. You become more silent than the silence around you. And then something extraordinary happens: you hear silence speak.
deliriun reblogged this from clouds-spiderwebs
deliriun liked this
clouds-spiderwebs reblogged this from windfaenger
clouds-spiderwebs liked this
paulohrb reblogged this from schmudde
myhiddenlittleworld liked this
oresamatensai reblogged this from dreaminginthedeepsouth
oresamatensai liked this
windfaenger reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
stephensok85 liked this
phyllisks59 liked this
anthonylaura reblogged this from schmudde
motormouthtestpilot liked this
freyatlast liked this
zerogate reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
hernandezwe liked this
theredshoes liked this
metaphorae reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
aetiologist reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
magni-tude liked this
om-mywayhome liked this
saison-de-la-faim reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
dulac reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
hiperprismas liked this
normundy liked this
doesitexplode liked this
ecounios reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
smatterings reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
schmudde reblogged this from crashinglybeautiful
dreaminginthedeepsouth posted this
Hamlet the Mini Pig Goes Down the Steps To Get To Oatmeal [x]
Game of thrones, 2x09, “Blackwater”
OH MY GOD WHAT EVEN IS THAT POST WHY AM I SCREAMING
How often we wish for another chance
to make a fresh beginning.
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning.
Catvengers, assemble!
Email
Twitter
Facebook
YouTube
Flickr
Subscribe via RSS
Follow on Tumblr
Mobile version
Random post