“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”
— Henri Matisse (via ohdreaming)
(Source: singingovertheboness, via planstobesurprised)
4:52 am • 21 October 2014 • 6,014 notes
“Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry—all forms of fear—are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence.”
— Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)
3:09 am • 20 October 2014 • 2,273 notes
“Almost every time I go to this cafe in the late afternoon, I see the couple sitting at the same window table. They are both attractive, middle aged, and well dressed. The one really noticeable thing about them is the woman’s auburn red hair. I’m always pleased to see them because they appear to be genuinely content with each other’s company. They are almost always reading magazines or newspapers and drinking something. They rarely speak to each other but there is a peace around them, a balance you can almost physically see in certain couples. When one has finished with their reading material they automatically hand it to their partner. The other takes it without a word and lays it down on the seat between them. The person without the magazine drinks their coffee or looks out the window until the other is finished reading. Then they talk for a brief time, sometimes laughing quietly, always paying full attention to what is being said. They are like an island of tranquility in the middle of all the human rush. Seeing them, watching them, invariably makes me feel a little better.”
— Jonathan Carroll (via modernhepburn)
(Source: browndresswithwhitedots, via modernhepburn)
3:08 am • 20 October 2014 • 1,823 notes
“We almost made it.
I almost called you “mine,”
And you almost called me “yours.”
I think we almost loved each-other.
But the only thing I was sure about is that
wasn’t good enough.”
— Nautica Elaine Woods, I Needed A Guarantee, Not A Hypothetical (via larmoyante)
5:41 am • 10 October 2014 • 20,098 notes
“Be a true representative of the goodness in your heart, and don’t expect it to be easy or even noticed.”
— Adyashanti (via lazyyogi)
7:14 pm • 7 October 2014 • 1,049 notes
“How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?”
— Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere (via feellng)
2:26 am • 7 October 2014 • 4,035 notes
“When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.”
— How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via 1811181)
(Source: latenightcornerstore, via planstobesurprised)
10:19 pm • 6 October 2014 • 187,799 notes
Don’t worry. I will love you forever, too.
4:45 am • 6 October 2014
"The youngest child in any family is always a jokemaker, because a joke is the only way he can enter into an adult conversation."
— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
6:47 pm • 3 October 2014 • 2,612 notes
“I don’t want to be
the other half of your soul.
I want to be the one
who reminds you
that you’re already whole.”
— G.S., soulstice (via artctic-monkeys)
(Source: poemsandtea, via purpleishboots)
2:14 pm • 3 October 2014 • 31,556 notes
“October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.”
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (via larmoyante)
4:04 am • 2 October 2014 • 11,545 notes