On Wednesday my boyfriend gave me the receipt from the restaurant we ate at the night he confessed his attraction to me. It was one of the nicest things someone (outside of my parents) ever gave me.
I feel most my self when I am indulged in a good...
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.– Edna St. Vincent Millay
In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has...– Robert Brault
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without...– John Green
Luni: “am plecat, mama, să duc rudelor sacii cu mei la Kinshasa: roagă-te să nu mă ţintească ăia din neştiinţă” (Ştefan Manasia). Marţi: “nimeni nu ştie dar dintre umbre azi-dimineaţă s-a ridicat o parte a soarelui şi fără să lumineze a trecut pe deasupra mea” (Dan Coman). Miercuri: “orice femeie ar trebui să umble desculţă la 10 cm deasupra vacarmului”...
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all. — Emily Dickinson
People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless...– Dylan Moran (via lustambitions)
You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that?...– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via creatingaquietmind)
As I Walked Out One Evening
As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending. ‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, ‘I’ll love you till the ocean Is folded...
It’s the “applying-to-summer-internships” time of the year and I have a paralyzing fear of failure. Like, I can’t talk about it with anyone, except maybe my sister. I literally struggle for words when colleagues ask me about it.
teachingliteracy: “Your thoughts are instantly formed without any work on your part, the result of thousands of influences that shape you into who you are. No thought of yours is truly original—it has all been influenced. All men do is observe and combine. Inner turmoil is a result of not doing what brings you comfort. Close your eyes and let your mind direct your behavior to that which it...
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking-they were both walking-north. She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up. He lifted her and put her on his back. He walked like that west and north. Until at nightfall under freezing stars they arrived. In the morning they were both found...
The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car It was your idea to park and watch the elephants swaying among the trees like royalty at that make-believe safari near Laguna. I didn’t know anything that big could be so quiet. And once, you stopped on a dark desert road to show me the stars climbing over each other riotously like insects like an orchestra thrashing its way through...
bisandalyecek asked: hi! i really like your background image. whose photo is it?
Teddy Thompson - Tonight will be fine I...
You are a Sunday porch I could do nothing on and feel like everything was...– - Derrick Brown, Waltzing the Hurricane (via hewn)
We don’t want to slow down… that seems weak. We don’t want to have to stop what...– Clark Patrick in his feature of your’s truly for his Clark Loves Me project.
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul...– Keith Miller
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old...– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Sometimes things aren’t that great and, while I overthink things, I remember small stuff that happened and I distort them and I make myself feel worse and I admit it’s my fault. My point is that sometimes I remember about poetry and how...
“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image.” — Thomas Merton
It is so hard to leave — until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned...– John Green, Paper Towns (via bookmania)
I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m...– Andrea Gibson (via oofpoetry)