Great bodhisattvas know well the path of simultaneous practice of the provisional and the definitive: their intellect is free, and they reach the other shore. That is to say, they abide in nirvana, yet give the appearance of birth and death; they know there are no sentient beings, yet they diligently carry out teaching activities; they are ultimately calm and dispassionate, yet they appear to have afflictions; they abide in the one indestructible mystic reality-body of wisdom (dharmakaya), yet they manifest infinite bodies of sentient beings everywhere; they always enter meditative concentration, yet they give the appearance of experiencing sensual pleasure; they are always aloof from the triple world, yet they do not abandon sentient beings; they always enjoy the pleasures of spirituality, yet they appear to have concubines who sing and play; though their bodies are arrayed with a multitude of marks and embellishments of greatness, yet they appear as ugly derelicts; they always accumulate virtues and are free from faults, yet they manifest birth in hells or as animals and hungry ghosts; though they have arrived at the furthest reaches of buddha-knowledge, they do not abandon the body of knowledge of bodhisattvas. Even arhants and solitary-realizers cannot know such infinite knowledge and wisdom developed by great bodhisattvas—how much less can infantile sentient beings. This is the bodhisattvas fifth unique quality, the simultaneous practice of the provisional and the definitive without being taught by another.
Okay, Tumblrfolk, you know that thing about how Kevin from Ghostbusters is secretly Thor trying to understand the human experience by Getting A Real Job?
SOMEONE GIVE ME THE STORY of how Bruce Banner temporarily signs on with the Ghostbusters when they realize that, while all of them are awesome, none of them has the specific experience with gamma radiation that they need right this second to crack this weird sticky problem about an interdimensional gateway.
SOMEONE GIVE ME THE STORY of Bruce Banner showing up, seeing “Kevin” at the desk, and Kevin just… winks… and then goes completely overboard on the act, with the glasses and the accent and Bruce’s coffee cup somehow winding up in the fishtank, and Bruce not getting angry, not even a little bit, because when “Kevin” comes into work tomorrow morning, he’s going to find his desk buried under bubble wrap and that godawful fedora of his encased in Jell-O.
And immediately after you do that, SOMEONE GIVE ME THE STORY of Bruce Banner having science bro adventures with Holtzmann.
This world is so big that although we often get lost on our way to better, I still believe we’ll make it.
You may run out of words, or you may stop writing poetries, but you were, still are, and will always be worthy – of love, of happiness, of great things, and of peace.
Some people won’t understand you, your choices, your ways, but really, it doesn’t matter. They aren’t as crucial as your priorities.
Time is irrelevant. Anybody saying that you should be this and that, this year and/or for the next 5 years, is inane. You are the only one holding your clock – no need to rush.
This life will push you on your knees. The universe will always find its way to make you break. But you with eyes that hold galaxies, you with a mind that dances in fire, and you with a heart that melts ice, is indestructible.
summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon
Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste. As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.