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With love, there is no reciting of scriptures, no teacher-student anything, only silly pranks, games that mean nothing, and lots of laughing.
Rumi (via thebuddhistmind)
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dani cage’s super qt spider-man onesie
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I WANNA BE SOMEONES FAVORITE FRIEND OR FAVORITE PERSON OR SOMETHING LIKE HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE
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loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry
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             𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘.
you’re amazing. your writing is wonderful. you’re doing your best. it’s okay to put yourself first. you’re doing a great job. you are loved.
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“Oh,” Danny caught the doll with a small frown. What use did he have for this monstrosity? He had nothing but bad memories of Elektra, at least Matt had something more to go on than that... “I guess you could put some of her perfume on it to make it smell nicer?” 
The idea sounded even more idiotic when he said it out loud. He hesitantly set it down upon the counter, hoping Matt wouldn’t pick up that small sound or the barbie’s intrusion into his apartment. Better that than giving it to Dani and giving her the wrong idea of who she should grow up to idolize. 
“Guess I heard wrong, then. You uh, you busy today?”
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“A lot,” Danny repeated. He couldn’t imagine being with Misty and not kissing her. Even now, just looking at her, he knew he was foolish with the way he was staring. She was foreign to his existence, someone who never could have existed in the perfection of K’un Lun but was more perfect than even the city of Immortals for it. He moved as she moved, no longer the ebb of her tide. 
“Lei Kung told me I’m a quick study,” Danny confided .”But even when I’m not, I’m stubborn enough to learn. Would you want to teach me?” He reached up, his calloused fingertips gentle as they touched her cheek. There was reverence in the soft caress as his gaze fell to her lips. He wouldn’t push, however. He’d never push her to do anything she’d no interest in doing.
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Danny paused, the spoon of soup halfway to his mouth. He lowered it slowly as he considered the question. Had he thought about being a parent? He’d thought about it for sure, thought about it often. He’d wondered how he might compare as he watched his best friend step into the role of a husband and father. He’d thought about it when Jessica and Luke had split and he’d found himself stepping into domesticity alongside Luke until they reconciled. He’d changed diapers, babysat more times than he could count. It was still different from the child being his own and he knew it. As much as Luke was his own flesh and blood, his soul brother in a million senses of the word the situation remained different. So different.
“I had,” he said quietly as he looked down at the ramen. He nudged the spoon against the noodles as he listened to Misty. The baby wasn’t gone as much as the idea of what might have been was. There was never a baby to lose, but they’d both thought, truly thought... He winced, but still didn’t look at Misty. He just felt his cheeks burn and hated them for it, felt the silence growing between them once more. He drew in a breath. “It was - hard not to think about it with Dani being around. Sometimes I thought I dodged a bullet, never having to talk to you about it. Sometimes it was all I could think about, bringing it up, seeing what you’d think. The uh - type of business we’re in isn’t the kindest one to bring a kid up in, though. I mean. I don’t know how Jessica does it, knowing what Luke and I -” 
He shook his head, and poked at the noodles again with a bit more violence. That wasn’t the point. Luke had given it up, gone into retirement or something pretty much the same as it. Wasn’t that the crux of it? Give up your career for something else. Except he couldn’t give up being what he was, not really. He was Living Weapon as much as he was Danny Rand, wasn’t he? He finally looked up at Misty, searching her feature for something he couldn’t put words to. 
“Yeah?” He asked quietly. “I - wanted it, too.” As if the engagement didn’t show it, the way they shared space. He glanced back down at the cooling soup. 
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Tibetan Buddhist Prayer 
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Being Buddhist, most Tibetans do not offer blood sacrifice to spirits. This goes back to the introduction of Buddhism to Tibet in the mid-8th century. In the year 760 the King of Tibet, Trison Detsen, a strong proponent of Buddhism, had invited Santaraksita the abbot of Nalanda to build a monastery in Tibet. This upset the local lha-dre (local demons and gods) who survived off blood sacrifices and were not terribly keen on the idea of Buddhism taking hold in the land of snows, as Buddhism does not allow for animal or human sacrifice. Every night after the workers finished for the day, the spirits would come and tear down everything that was built, as well as causing floods, storms, and disease. Being a simple abbot, Santaraksita was no match for the spirits arrayed against him, and he recommended the king summon Padmasambhava, a great Tantric Sorceror who could overpower both gods and demons. Padmasambhava was at the Asura Cave in Yang-le-shod (Pharping) Nepal practicing sex  yoga with his Nepali consort Shakyadevi when he sensed that he was needed in Tibet and flew off to be of assistance. Upon crossing the border into Tibet, he was attacked by the Yul-lha (mountain god) Yarlha Shampo who took the form of a giant white yak with lightning emanating from its eyes and blizzards issuing from its nose. As it charged down Mount Sotang Kangbori at Padmasambhava, Padmasambhava simply grabbed him by the nose, twirled him a round his head three times, and slammed him on the ground so hard that it created an earthquake that was felt as far as Kathmandu. Yarlha Shampo transformed into a humanoid form and asked Padmasambhava to spare him. Padmasambhava made him promise to stop creating problems for the people in the Yarlung Valley and to become a protector of the Buddha’s Dharma and all practitioners that come down Padmasambhava’s students. He began the first Tibetan Dharmapala (Protector). Yarlha Shampo agreed but there was a problem: He subsisted on mar-chod, the “red-offering” of sacrificed animals and humans that Buddhists do not practice. Padmasambhava said that this was not a problem and established the tradition of Red Tormas, cakes that stand in for, and sometimes are shaped to look like, blood sacrifices. These cakes get packed with prana during offering rites, and multiplied through meditative visualization so that they function for the recipient the same way that a blood sacrifice would. Padmasambhava eventually got the Samye where he subdued the demons blocking the building of the monastery. He then traveled all over Tibet and recruited more Dharma Protectors. Some, like the Nagaraja Angkusha of Chimphu Cave, had to be subdued and forced to become a protector. Others, like Dorje Lekpa (literally Vajra Good-Guy), happily agreed to it over a glass of beer. The Tormas and other types of Buddhist offerings were so attractive to some spirits that it even attracted gods from outside of Tibet. Pehar supposedly came from Turkey and agreed to become a Tibetan Protector in exchange for a wife and regular puja offerings. Pehar still serves as the main spirit that speaks through the Nechung Oracle to this day.
Jason Miller - Severed Head Cakes And Clouds of Dancing Girls (via blitzkriegwitchcraft)
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epigraph from Agha Shahid Ali’s The Half-Inch Himalayas
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Buddhist nuns from the Druk Gawa Khilwa Abbey
Nadiya’s Asian Odyssey
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The last day of the Manaslu circuit, Himalayas, Nepal Follow Me For More
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