I don’t remember why this picture was taken and just ignore my raggedy hair. But look at my new baby.

I don’t remember why this picture was taken and just ignore my raggedy hair. But look at my new baby.

"

I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.

We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

I think that has to be part of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:

Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

"

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via sagaciousefflundancy)

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"Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see."

Helen Keller (via observando)

"Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see."

Helen Keller (via observando)

"Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?"

Helena Bonham Carter (via qoldlush)

this is really powerful. wow.

(via bright—ness)

(Source: splitterherzen, via hazardously-heavy)

Post one of the 7 deadly sins in my ask box for:

Lust:  Something that I find attractive.

Pride: Something that I like about myself.

Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.

Envy: Something I wish I was better at.

Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.

Wrath: Something that gets me angry.

Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

(Source: literiley, via env0)

"One lives in the hope of becoming a memory."

Antonio Porchia (via observando)

hawaiiancoconut:

Blue tiles, Santa Barbara. 

hawaiiancoconut:

Blue tiles, Santa Barbara. 

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jnminerals:

Chalcopyrite

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"You see, there are some people that one loves, and others that perhaps one would rather be with."

Henrik Ibsen, A Doll’s House (via observando)

"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."

Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

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"Listen,
if you’re going to leave, that’s fine.
and I know you promised you wouldn’t
seven months ago while I was crying
into your neck but I also know that
sometimes it rains even when it’s not
supposed to and sometimes boys
kiss girls they shouldn’t and we tear
flowers out of the ground just to watch
them die and things change,
so I understand if you’re done,
but please, when you’re packing all your
old sweaters and books, don’t forget
to take all your three AM phone calls,
and photographs where we’re smiling
so wide it looks like we’ve never known
that feeling in the pit of your stomach
when someone screams “I don’t love you
anymore.”
Take back every kiss, every night you
fell asleep next to me, every poem I
wrote you, every song you sang to
me, every “I love you more fight,”
every shock I felt in my skin when
you brushed against me.
I was never scared of ghosts until you
left but now I see you everywhere and
god if you’re going to kill me please
just do it quickly because I see you
in everything and it’s making it hard
to breathe"

I won’t say I miss you but I think my mother knows anyway (via extrasad)

(via strategicallyplacedkathairs)

"

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

"

The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

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"I can not make my sadness & pain sound poetic or beautiful . I’m a horrible fucking mess and theres nothing beautiful about that."

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