You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
— Mary Oliver (via observando)
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
— Sylvia Plath (via tsadde)
(Source: larmoyante, via oktotalk)
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The universe is wider than our views of it.
— Henry David Thoreau, d. 1862 (via we-are-star-stuff)
(Source: whats-out-there, via sociolab)
The universe doesn’t care if you have a wonderful date. There will be traffic and your hair will not cooperate.
i want to apologize to all the women i have called beautiful
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is all you have to be proud of
when you have broken mountains with your wit
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient, or you are extraordinary
not because i don’t think you’re beautiful
but because i need you to know
you are more than that
— rupi kaur (via thatkindofwoman)
This sums up about 84% of my interactions with anything these days.
(Source: alombreda, via englishproblems)
Sometimes I cannot say sorry. I am both a woman and a force of nature. Have you ever seen a hurricane apologize?
— Hannah Sofia Ghani (via belle-de-nuit)
Literally, I don’t feel like myself today. I wouldn’t even recognize myself if I was talking to me on the phone. I couldn’t even enjoy things or places that I genuinely like today. Seriously, what the fuck.
It’s almost as though I’m emotionally drained. I’m not getting what I need from anyone, so I’m running on empty trying to seem like a normal human. I can’t figure out what to do to refuel. It’s always been giving myself and time and energy to other people, but that’s not working now. Beyond frustrating.
I’m gonna listen to this sad music and cry it out until something clicks.
There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via observando)
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
— inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)
(Source: thelovewhisperer, via ghostlyapparent)
why are people romanticizing romeo and juliet when they could be romanticizing john and abigail adams?