Finding peace in my own strangeness.

Yoga is Life. Life is Love. Currently living with my beautiful FTM primary partner and teaching and doing yoga. I am a polyqueer, vegetarian, pot-smoking, gender-queerish but femme, yogi ...trying to be a good human and exist in the world without causing too much harm; but also always staying true to myself.

My weird queer life….

hahaha yes. it was totally and utterly ridiculous.
ME: 
if you ever want to feather your rat tail again, ill help you
we can weave it in some how, no glue
you are so sweet

“If you meditate regularly, even when you don’t feel like it, you will make great gains, for it will allow you to see how your thoughts impose limits on you. Your resistances to meditation are your mental prisons in miniature.”

—      Ram Dass (via panatmansam)

(via crimson-twinkie)

Then stop believing you are. Feeling beautiful is a decision, try and make it <3

I think in a past life I was a grumpy male writer who drank and smoked way too much. This side of me can be contradictory to my current smoke-free yogi self. 

“I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.”

—   

 Andy Warhol (via amiserablelie)

So instead of feeling happy for a beautiful moment or two, you feel miserable, and fear the only moments you might have of happiness? No thanks. Collect more moments and use the bad moments to feel more gratitude for the good.

(Source: blindsideddd, via lunablues)

(Source: femmerun, via kateordie)

Um excuse me what??? Not an acceptable “insult”. Not an ok word to use. Fuck this shit. No. 

sneakyfeets:

rapunzelie:

oops I went on a rant

last one is truth

(via dee-the-me)

jadenite:

So this post

was too awesome and I thought it deserved a drawing inspired by it. 
deviantart link

jadenite:

So this post

image

was too awesome and I thought it deserved a drawing inspired by it. 

deviantart link

(via meganetic)

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

—   Jenna, Waitress  (via cornflowers)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via softlytouchedsoul)

We were feeling kinda sexy I guess.