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namitha · 1 year

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You are infinite, you are the universe. .

Have you realized that the whole world lives inside you. That all in which you seek is already within you. That being able to find peace, you must be at peace with yourself. That being able to find happiness, you must be happy with yourself. That in order to find love, you must love yourself first. Once you start to truly experience this gift of recognizing yourself, you will be protected from all that is and never feel alone. Once you start to experience this, you will realize you are infinite, you are the universe, you are limitless, you are the divine.🌻

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#a return to love #everything you're looking for is already within you #self love journey #you are infinite #You are the universe #you are love #you are limitless #you are divine #positive thoughts #mindful living #jalaluddin rumi

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zari2pretti · 2 years

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just finished re-reading ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’ by Dr. Brian Weiss and i cried. i cried because it was over, but cried even more at the mastery of such an incredible and beautifully written book. i feel like this time around, i have learned so much more from this than what i had the first time around or from any other book as a matter of fact.

an excerpt from the last 2 pages:

"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Our bodies are temporary. We are souls. We are immortal; we are eternal. We never die; we merely transform to a heightened state of consciousness, no longer needing a physical body. We are always loved. We are never alone, and we can never be harmed, not at this level. We all have lessons to learn in this school called Earth. We need to comprehend completely the concepts of compassion, love, non-violence, non-judgment, non-prejudice, patience, generosity and charity, and hope. We need to recognize the deceptions and traps of the ego and how to transcend them. We must become aware of the interconnectedness of all living beings, that energy connects us all, and that there is no death, only life. There are other lessons as well. We do not have to master all these lessons in one lifetime. We can reincarnate into physical bodies as often as we need, in order to learn and master these lessons. We change race, sex, religion, physical health or impairment, and nationality during our incarnations because we have to learn from all sides. We are rich, and we are poor, powerful and weak, privileged and deprived. We learn by experiencing everything. We all have soul mates, souls with whom we have reincarnated many times. Soul-mate relationships may be romantic, but frequently they are not, such as parent and child, siblings or bestfriends, grandparent and grandchild, and so on. Our bodies and relationships change, but the souls are the same. Your grandmother, for instance, may reincarnate as your son. Same soul, different body. We have many soul mates, and we are always being reunited, either on the other side or back here, in a physical state. Love has many facets.” -Dr. Brian L. Weiss

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cr3ativ3l0v3r · 2 years

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i sell ice in the winter, i’ll sell fire in hell.

i’m a hustler baby, i’ll sell water to a well.

u don’t know - jay z

#you are limitless #boundless

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returntothe80s · 5 months

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ReRun - Episode 79: Kate Champion – Never Too Late and You Are Limitless

Here is another Journey of the Rhode Runner RERUN! This was Episode 79 with Kate Champion, and was originally released in audio form on March 21, 2023. This episode is now also available in video on YouTube. Kate is a writer and a mental health professional who has recently published two books that you will enjoy – Never Too Late and You Are Limitless. In these books you will find real-life…

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#Kate Champion #Never Too Late #You Are Limitless

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atlafan · 1 year

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#I’m not even leaving an option for none #reblog if you didn’t read any I guess??? shame on your English teachers though #I say that as if I actually read any of these cover to cover lmao #I think the only ones I actually read cover to cover were lord of the flies #of mice and men #wide sargasso sea #night #the canterbury tales #I wish I could make more answers the options should be limitless

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rendevok · 9 months

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favorite thing ♡

the inspo:

aaaaand some inner dialogue for your viewing pleasure:

#narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #just so we’re clear on what’s what: the MAIN joke is that phoenix is disagreeing with him #what his favorite thing IS… well.. i’ll leave that up to you (but you can read my thoughts later in tags)#fan art #ace attorney #aa #rendoodles #weirdly proud of how these turned out despite how uncleaned they still are #one of my interpretations of this would be Phoenixs favorite thing isn’t disagreeing with Miles but rather the faces he makes when he does #you could also go for the sappy ‘you’re my favorite thing’ or the less so ‘your ASS is my favorite thing’#truly the options are limitless. please let your imagination fly like the wind

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motivationalgregory · 2 years

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Don't Let People, Places or Things Limit You. You are Limitless!

Don’t Let People, Places or Things Limit You. You are Limitless!

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#don&039;t let people bring it down #don&039;t let people places or things limit you #don&039;t let places bring it down #don&039;t let things bring you down #God #Jesus #L:ove #limitless #you are limitless #you are powerful #Youtube

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hajihiko · 8 months

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Picking people for his gang like rotten apples off the ground

#Fuyuhiko kuzuryu #Peko pekoyama #ryoma hoshi #izuru kamukura #chihiro fujisaki #Ultimate Impostor #An art #They're not rotten apples they're just traumatized and a bit damaged but the caption was funnier #Anyway these are all characters that Fuyuhiko either invites to join him or offer protection to #Points again to my 'people on the fringe of society' ramble #If I had limitless time and patience and mobility I'd make a comic series about the funky antics of a really ragtag Yakuza group #I'm seeing it in my brain ok #Impostor is different they turned him down and are remarkably good at handling their own shit #But maybe they can be convinced to lend a hand on occasion.....#Chihiro was not offered a job just protection. Why? Fuyuhiko just picks favourites like that #Izuru and Ryoma both got the 'hey if you got nowhere else to go...'#Ok I'll stop

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sparkytheandroid · 1 day

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you're in her dms im in the windows screen saver maze and im fucked im so fucked please help

#adderall really feels like the limitless pill #every time i take it im like “wow THIS is what being productive is like!”#like some people thats their normal?#fuck you #no fair get down on my level

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squided · 6 months

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I don't know if someone posted this a long time ago and that's why I know about it or it was cause I researched it myself but I haven't seen it around so I'm gonna post The Worlds Stinkiest Molecule

#science #world's stinkiest molecule #mine #I'm gonna start dropping this in war zones to make everyone give up #you're in congress and are filibustering a bill #you drop some of this shit and put on a gas mask #instant win as everyone leaves #but technically they weren't in any real danger or threat #the applications of this ultra stinky molecule are limitless #I'm thinking the most advanced whoopie cushion prank ever

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peeweekey · 17 days

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Sebastian likes frogs. Emphasis on the word likes.

He appreciates them, they do good for the environment. They eat up all the nasty flies that buzz around the mountain lake, too. He doesn’t have to worry about mosquitos snaking on his blood while he smokes. It’s just a plus that he finds them cool and interesting.

Which most people find weird. Sebastian thinks it’s weird that they find it weird. Frogs aren’t going out of their way to bother people.

Yes, he likes them. They’re his favorite animal, certainly.

But favorite is not enough for him to want to smooch a frog.

“Sam, I’m not gonna fucking kiss a frog.”

“C’mon! It’ll be like the movie!” Sam teases, insistently shoving Sebastian to the frog innocently sitting on a park bench. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be your very own froggy princess—”

“Didn’t the girl turn into a frog when she kissed it,” he shoots back, elbowing Sam backwards in the gut. The blond lets out an overdramatic hiss of pain, bent over and clutching his stomach. “Abby, back me up here.”

“I never watched that stuff,” Abigail shrugs, watching with amusement. She makes no move to help at all, comfortably resting against the wide wooden posts of a fence. “Watched a lotta cartoons though. Phineas and Ferb is my jam.”

“Not about the movie,” Sebastian grits exasperatedly. His brows knitting together in frustration “The frog.”

“Mhm, go on,” a cheshire-like grin on her face. “Kiss it, Seb. A big smooch right on its slimy mouth.”

Sam eggs him on, the pain of being elbowed magically disappearing. “Do it! Do it!”

Sebastian presses his lips tightly together. There’s no use resisting once Abby and Sam band together. They’re a force to be reckoned with like this—demanding and overbearing. Sebastian exasperatedly wipes a hand over his face, shooting the poor frog a sorry look.

Sam pushes him one more time, he gives him a stony glare in return. “Fuck—alright! Stop being so damn loud, you’ll scare it away.”

The frog in question croaks slightly, like it senses the trio talking about it. He gives it a wary glance.

As he slowly approaches, Sebastian can hear Abby and Sam’s satisfied sniggering behind him. They roped him into doing another stupidly outrageous thing for the umpteenth time.

He sighs, he really needs better friends.

Mustering up all his courage, he bends down, almost eye level with the frog, resting a hand on the wooden grain bench on where it’s perched upon.

He screws his eyes shut and goes for it.

Sebastian’s lips connect with the frog’s slimy, almost rough skin. So fast and featherlight that it can barely be considered a kiss. Cold against his lips. He pulls back immediately after, wiping any residue off his lips with the back of his hand.

The frog jumps, croaking with,what he assumes is, alarm.

“See?” Abby laughs, ruffling his hair good-naturedly. “No princess in sight. You didn’t turn into a frog either!”

“Man,” Sam snickers, patting him roughly on the back. Sebastian groans with every smack. “It would’ve been cool though, if you turned into a frog. We’d have a frog drummer in our band!”

Sebastian shoves his unruly friends off. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going. The frog is probably traumatized.”

“You can check that off your bucket list,” Abby teases, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kiss a frog before I die. We’ll tell the story for generations.”

Sam howls with laughter, Sebastian feels absolutely mortified.

Before the trio could make any move out of the park, a cloud of green smoke curtains the frog, so thick and so unusual. Sebastian unconsciously backs away from it.

“What—woah,” Sam says, more mezmerised than shocked at the green smoke pouring out of the frog Sebastian kissed. “What is that?”

“The fuck if we know, Sam!”

“Boys, boys, shut the fuck up. Look.”

Abigail points at the fog. It grows and grows, stopping and dissipating once the whole bench is covered with the green mist.

The frog is gone—disappeared into thin air. Instead, a not-so-frog shaped person sits. You blink up at Sebastian slowly.

Woah, woah.

He feels his heart accelerating—for all the wrong reasons. An unusual thumping sound that vibrates all throughout his body—his fingertips, his stomach, his toes. Where there should be fear and panic and definitely fear, Sebastian feels exhilaration.

You’re pretty.

It’s also pretty horrifying for him to think—and feel.

You blink slowly—a frog-like trait that cement his suspicions. You’re staring up at him as he stares back down at you, curious meets bewildered. “…”

His eyes are wide, scanning each and every part of your now not frog-like features. Sebastian feels cold sweat dripping down his forehead—a stark temperature difference to the heat in his cheeks. “Oh—oh shit.”

“Uhm… ribbit?”

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Another thing he blames on Sam and Abby—his horrifying attraction you; the person, not the frog.

He checks that off his metaphorical bucket list, too.

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 9 months

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where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.