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moretothepicturethanmeetstheeye:

flyypizza:

nobodyontheice:

crystal-poison:

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an african tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took eachothers hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.

When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are)”

Literally the opposite of the American world view of “I can only be happy if somebody else has less than me”

This is beautiful

Seconded.

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"Tears are words that need to be written."

- Paulo Coelho (via feellng)

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"Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves."

- Victoria Erickson  (via awakenedvibrations)

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invocado:

Godolphin Woods, Cornwall | “Tony Armstrong”

invocado:

Godolphin Woods, Cornwall | “Tony Armstrong

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