Ariana, 19, The Great State of Texas. Peer into my soul, you'd be surprised what you might find. My ramblings, words that touch my soul, rad pictures, and poetry I devoured.

 

I always say people talk all day, but they never really say anything. I couldn’t tell you who first told me that, but the thought is deeply routed within me. But my friends, my friends, they say soo much to me. They tell me their deepest fears, their biggest dreams, their current struggles. They really say what is in their soul. I’m one of those people who’s easy to talk to, attribute it to my aura, a kind face, or a kind spirit, perhaps. But me, me, maybe I’m one of those people who never really says anything. I do not speak of my fears, I do not speak of my struggles, I do not speak of my hopes. Sometimes in passing, but so rarely that I am bursting at the seems. Pressure built up over thousands of years produces one of two things, a diamond or… A volcanic explosion.

Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm,
Without looking for the traces I may have left;
A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home;
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;

But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.

Dōgen (via purplebuddhaproject)

Do you think its possible
that some people
are born to give
more love
than they will ever
get back
in return?

Tyler Knott Gregson

(via emilylldobbs)

murryclurr:

We got to Joshua Tree later than planned, it was my fault, I didn’t check the map, and we had to re-route, which added an extra hour to the drive. We were losing light, but were both somehow strangely calm and unhurried. With the windows down, and only the sound of the warm desert air whipping our faces, we continued on. When we finally entered the park, we pulled over, jumped out of the car, and just ran. I’ve been to Joshua Tree three times now, but each time feels like the first. I am instantly transported to a place of awestruck wonder, a child who couldn’t possibly open her eyes wide enough to grasp the enormity of the landscape.  The sunlight beaming down through the clouds, ricocheting off of the mountains and the rocks and those funny looking little trees, and the silence. I always forget how deafeningly quiet it is out there, and how much the silence startles me. 
We shot until long after the sun had dipped beneath the skyline, and I left the desert with a greater understanding of what love is. Love is the gracious and costly offering of yourself (heart, mind, soul, strength) for the sake of another person. Love is loud enough to fill the silence, love is calm, love leads joy. This is love.

murryclurr:

We got to Joshua Tree later than planned, it was my fault, I didn’t check the map, and we had to re-route, which added an extra hour to the drive. We were losing light, but were both somehow strangely calm and unhurried. With the windows down, and only the sound of the warm desert air whipping our faces, we continued on. When we finally entered the park, we pulled over, jumped out of the car, and just ran. I’ve been to Joshua Tree three times now, but each time feels like the first. I am instantly transported to a place of awestruck wonder, a child who couldn’t possibly open her eyes wide enough to grasp the enormity of the landscape.  The sunlight beaming down through the clouds, ricocheting off of the mountains and the rocks and those funny looking little trees, and the silence. I always forget how deafeningly quiet it is out there, and how much the silence startles me. 

We shot until long after the sun had dipped beneath the skyline, and I left the desert with a greater understanding of what love is. Love is the gracious and costly offering of yourself (heart, mind, soul, strength) for the sake of another person. Love is loud enough to fill the silence, love is calm, love leads joy. This is love.