On love, on life

and there's gold
falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard


ask me anything


To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

If you tell a beautiful woman that she is beautiful, what have you given her? It’s no more than a fact and it has cost you nothing. But if you tell an ugly woman that she is beautiful, you offer her the great homage of corrupting the concept of beauty. To love a woman for her virtues is meaningless. She’s earned it, it’s a payment, not a gift. But to love her for her vices is a real gift, unearned and undeserved. To love her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake - and that is a real tribute of love, because you sacrifice your conscience, your reason, your integrity and your invaluable self-esteem.

Ayn Rand

Sometimes you have to let people go because they are toxic to you.
Let them go because they take and take and leave you empty.
Let them go because in the ocean of life when all you’re trying to do is stay afloat, they are the anchor that’s drowning you. 

Sometimes you have to let people go because they are toxic to you.

Let them go because they take and take and leave you empty.

Let them go because in the ocean of life when all you’re trying to do is stay afloat, they are the anchor that’s drowning you. 

I was so undeserving

And yet, you were

so relentless.

I pushed - you pulled.

I wept - you embraced.

I bled - you repaired. 

I faltered - you shushed.

I stopped - you smiled. 

I was a disaster - 

the worst of its kind. 

And yet, you still

had the audacity

to let me know

                                      that I was beautiful. 

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Suzanne Collins

you musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

Arundhati Roy

So cute.

So cute.

So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?

Louise Erdich

One day you’ll love me, the way I loved you. One day you’ll think of me, the way I thought of you. One day you’ll cry for me, the way I cried for you.

One day you’ll want me, but I’ll no longer want you.

And when you start to miss me, remember:

I didn’t walk away. You let me go.

Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

ask me anything.

That thrilling moment when you see you have a new message…. and then find out it’s only TumblrBot.

Pretty sure it happens to everyone. However, all my mail is exclusively from TumblrBot. 

How unfortunate. 

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.

Ayn Rand