I may not know you as I wish to know you...
…but your heart echoes back to mine.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the...– John Donne (via christilane17)
”We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be. But there is one thing much more necessary.’ ‘What is that, grandmother?’ ‘To understand other people.’ ‘Yes, grandmother. I must be fair - for if I’m not fair to other people, I’m not worth being understood myself. I see.’” — George MacDonald, The...
dontworrybehappyxd: Hold You In My Arms The...
trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars...– ee cummings (via bippityboppityboo)
crowonthepowerline: Today I said goodbye in that sing-songy way that you do when sunlight is spilling in through the window and you want to be heard from another room. The way that you do when you expect to see someone again.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?– Mary Oliver (via allthingssoulful)
She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had...– J.D. Salinger (via allthingssoulful)
one final stands between me and an endless summer. alright, Lord. let’s do this. you hold my hand, lead the way…and let’s kick this final in the bootay.
I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.– Vincent Van Gogh (via mindplayintricks)
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a...– Jeanette Winterson (via seabois)
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was...– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via quota-tions)
Six finals this week.
LEHGO. —-Psalm 18:2—-
Ingrid Michaelson concert. Tonight. With two of my childhood best friends. YES.
A little more.
loveadinfinitum: Walk a little more. And when you do, walk a little slower. Look up a little more than you did before. When you write, write a little slower. Cross your t’s and dot your i’s. Write a little more than you did before. When you read, take in every word. And read a little more than you did before. When you talk, talk a little slower. In fact, say little less, and listen a little...
Don’t let your dreams rust. Listen to your youthful bells ringing loud inside of...– Bernard Kelvin Clive (via allthingssoulful)
sarondipity: So, I walked into the library today, and I was approached by a guy who had on extremely weathered clothes and a long, scraggly beard. He was looking for a road atlas of the whole United States. We found him one, and he studied it for a while. As he was handing it back he gave me a big smile and lugged his traveler’s backpack onto his shoulders and went out the door. Part of me...
I hate to be "that girl," but...
…my boy is wonderful. I am far too blessed.