Madonna - Shoo-Bee-Doo (Album Version)

Still love this song.  May be weird, or unexpected, but who really cares?

Madonna - Love Don’t Live Here Anymore (Album Version)


I walked into a classroom where some young Tibetan students were practicing their chants, and all the kids suddenly grew very focused and well-behaved on account of the visitor. Except for this guy, who started laughing at me. Then he started laughing at himself laughing. Then he started laughing that he couldn’t stop laughing at himself laughing.

(Dharamshala, India)


Toward the end of his life, the Buddha took his disciples to a quiet pond for instruction. As they had done so many times before, the Buddha’s followers sat in a small circle around him, and waited for the teaching.

But this time the Buddha had no words. He reached into the muck and pulled up a lotus flower. And he held it silently before them, its roots dripping mud and water.

The disciples were greatly confused. Buddha quietly displayed the lotus to each of them. In turn, the disciples did their best to expound upon the meaning of the flower: what it symbollized, and how it fit into the body of Buddha’s teaching.

When at last the Buddha came to his follower Mahakasyapa, the disciple suddenly understood. He smiled and began to laugh. Buddha handed the lotus to Mahakasyapa and began to speak.

“What can be said I have said to you,” smiled the Buddha, “and what cannot be said, I have given to Mahakashyapa.”

Mahakashyapa became Buddha’s successor from that day forward.

(Reblogged from humansofnewyork)

"I have a doctorate in Buddhist philosophy. Now I want to learn as many languages as possible so I can teach as many people as possible."
“What do you think is the most important thing that people can learn from Buddhism?”
“Compassion. Everyone suffers and everyone needs happiness.”

(Dharamshala, India)

(Source: fi2u)

(Reblogged from ybb55)

— Richard Brautigan


Woke to massive thunder throughout the night.

(Source: le-porc-faim)

(Reblogged from pslovejusme)


I’m laughing so hard she is so over her momma

Her face on the second, “What I do?” and then throwing up the hand as she walks away…I have watched this over and over, and still laugh each time.

(Source: betterthankanyebitch)

(Reblogged from freaktarded)
[wool-ga thuh-ring]
(adjective) In our list of most interesting words woolgathering, is the sweetest humane type of torture. It is defined by the indulgence in idle daydreaming. We are extremely pleased to know there is such a word for this phenomenon. Woolgathering is the most deliciously intellectual experience we submit ourselves into. Do not feel guilty for falling into an infinite trance about your loved one or life. Seek refuge in your imagination, nobody can interfere there.  (via blizzardofjj)


(Reblogged from magnolia-blossom)


Thanks to all of you who came to the meet-up in Delhi. It went about as well as a spontaneous meet-up could possibly go. Amazingly, we were able to have a pretty organized, calm speech. Until the very end, of course, when we ran from the police. Coolest part for me was when the police were looking for someone to blame for the crowd, and asked: “Who is he with?” And everyone screamed in unison:
"All of us!"

"All of us!"

(Reblogged from humansofnewyork)


"What’s your biggest dream for your child?"
"We’ll let him dream for himself."

(New Delhi, India)

(Reblogged from humansofnewyork)

The road by: mario de marzi

It’s like driving at night; you can only see as far as the headlights, but, somehow, you’re able to make the whole trip that way. — EL Doctorow


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It’s like driving at night; you can only see as far as the headlights, but, somehow, you’re able to make the whole trip that way. — EL Doctorow

(Reblogged from lorenzens-soil)