Comparing yourself to others…

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is 6’4 and 260 pounds. Here, he is sandwiched between Charles Barkley and Shaquille O’neal.

These men are each working the different gifts they were given. None could ever be exactly like the others . So, you do you, and I’m going to do me, best I can. :) 

I’ll grab the pillow. You grab the lamp. Let’s do this, Don Draper!

Win or lose, doesn’t matter. Fight hard. Earn respect.
Ikigai

the reason for which I wake up every morning

Matt McConaughey

Can we start a petition to have him record audio books? I could listen to that voice all day. 

A Moment for the Author Who Wrote my Childhood: E.L. Konigsburg

It’s hard to say anything to adequately describe the impact of her books on my childhood. All at once, her novels captured my imagination, taught me, and understood me. I cannot go back and be a child again, but I can revisit her works and the feelings they inspired. 

Thank you.

I can see why people think that record cannot be clean. I work with international athletes who ask me all the time, ‘Radcliffe must have taken drugs, you cannot run that fast, it’s impossible.’ And I always say I have 100% proof and confidence there is no doubt in my mind … I’ve lived with Paula. You know athletes, you can get a sense of it … Paula would check everything, in restaurants if she got up to go to the loo she would make sure Gary sat by her drinks in case anyone spiked anything, it was one of her big worries where would the bottles be stored the night before a race - could they be contaminated? That 2:15.25 is copper-sealed, a pure record. I can’t say that about all the records out there, but I can put my hand on my heart and say it is the purest record out there and the best record.
  

Pretty. Just listen for a sec.

(Source: satanbaka)

  

killheji:

Julian’s TearsKim Tae Geun

Beautiful. Make’s me want to take up violin again.

Illusions are dangerous people.

They have no flaws.

I came here from Provence…

alone, uneducated.

For eight months— no, more than that— a year…

I sat in a cafe, I drank coffee…

and I wrote nonsense in a journal.

And then, somehow…

it was not nonsense.

I went for long walks…

and I met myself in Paris.

You seem embarrassed by loneliness—

by being alone.

It’s only a place to start.