(Source: g-uys)
(Source: me-and-faith)
ram bomjon is a 16-year-old boy born and living in the village of Ratnapur who allegedly is in the process of transforming into the next incarnation of the Buddha. It has been claimed that the so-called “Buddha Boy” has been sitting under a pipal tree in uninterrupted meditation since May of 2005. According to the set of people who surround and control access to Ram Bomjon, he asserted just before sitting down that he was entering into a six-year meditative state in order to attain enlightenment, a la the original Buddha Siddhartha Gautama. According to the same set of people who surround and control access to Bomjon, he:
- has not stirred from his meditation since May 2005,
- has had nothing to eat since May 2005,
- has continued meditating even after being bitten by a snake,
- and has caused two mute people in proximity to him to begin to speak.
(Source: mostrodellanotte)
- friend: you should've come with us!
- me: an invitation might have helped
(Source: gallimimus)
My legs were moving so fast I honestly felt as if a mere jump would send me into lift off and away I would fly; if only getting away were that easy. I’ve always been able to think so much clearer when I surround myself with chaos. It’s at these moments that I find serenity within my own mind and all of a sudden the thoughts, my thoughts, they just make sense. The confinements of my brain seem infinite, no barrier to big, no thought too impossible. So I ran. I didn’t have a destination, just a purpose…that purpose being to flee. But what was I running from? I guess I would figure that out along the way. Or perhaps I would never know. I could feel my chest explode with every step I took and the pain made me smile, for I could feel it. How long it had been since I’d felt anything. With my legs carrying my body and my mind carrying my thoughts, I listened. I listened to the cars screaming by on the Interstate beside me, I listened to the imaginary orchestra beating within my ear drums, I listened to the memories that played like old movie reels behind my eye lids, I listened for a voice, an answer, anything. It’s at this moment that I realized that maybe I wasn’t running from anything at all but instead running towards something new, something beautiful, something unknown. I ran faster, I pushed harder, I hurt more, I felt more, I wanted that something new, that something different…life to me is a never ending sprint. I can never figure out if I’m running away from something or simply running to something new, in hopes that I’ll forget entirely why I began running in the first place. With my chest bashing away at the ribcage that held it in, I stopped. I opened my eyes to what had been in front of me this entire time and with the realization came the excitement, so forward I ran and forward I will continue to run.. in hopes that I’ll arrive to somewhere more beautiful than where I’ve been, with new promises, new hope, and new memories..yes, forward. I. Shall. Run.
The Cinematic Orchestra - Arrival Of The Birds & Transformation
(Source: cafelaluna)
WHAT. I NEED THIS.
now that’s a party tent.
OMGGG
(Source: bukkakewindmill)
whenever naya rivera enters my field of vison