What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.
— Egyptian Book of the Dead (via stay-ocean-minded)
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
— Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (via skeletongarden)