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In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting.
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dryadgoddess:

hoopin pt 2
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dryadgoddess:

hoopin pt 2

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So we had to smoke marihuana kind of in secret…it was illgeal…while people mistreat people and mistreat animals legally and fuck mother earth to death legally. Well, we didn’t care about legal or not. But for many of us hippies smoking dope was more of a spiritual act in those days…we all got quiet..we knew we were smoking something holy.
from my new book….in progress. (via hippieseurope)
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hippieseurope:

I hitchiked down from the swiss alps into Amsterdam, Holland, and it was just so overwhelming to see thousands of hippies from all corners of the world all together in this park, Vondelpark…playing music and talking throughout the day, getting to know people from everywhere, and then spreading out their sleeping bags at night. Mind you, this was no organised meeting or festival, it was like that every day, and the city officials allowed it! There was such a feeling of harmony and peace, even though everyone was searching and didn’t really know where they were going.(from my new book…in progress)
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hippieseurope:

I hitchiked down from the swiss alps into Amsterdam, Holland, and it was just so overwhelming to see thousands of hippies from all corners of the world all together in this park, Vondelpark…playing music and talking throughout the day, getting to know people from everywhere, and then spreading out their sleeping bags at night. Mind you, this was no organised meeting or festival, it was like that every day, and the city officials allowed it! There was such a feeling of harmony and peace, even though everyone was searching and didn’t really know where they were going.
(from my new book…in progress)

travel-as-a-happy-hippie:

peace-love-hippieness:

Looks like a photo i would take!

~Let’s chill in my Hippie Van~
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travel-as-a-happy-hippie:

peace-love-hippieness:

Looks like a photo i would take!

~Let’s chill in my Hippie Van~

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rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.
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rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

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flaua:

have to say I really love this photo
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flaua:

have to say I really love this photo

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euphoricspirit:

gnostic-forest:

I’ve always loved this pic. 

I find this is what I would utterly adore more than anything in the world, in this very moment.
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euphoricspirit:

gnostic-forest:

I’ve always loved this pic. 

I find this is what I would utterly adore more than anything in the world, in this very moment.

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lucibakes:

Love them!!!!!

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