April152014
“What is important is the story. Because when we are all dust and teeth and kicked-up bits of skin - when we’re dancing with our own skeletons - our words might be all that’s left of us.” Alexandra Fuller; Scribbling the Cat (via wordpainting)

(via aquietjoy)

6PM
kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

(via capslockapocalypse)

12PM
“You must not hate those who do wrong or harmful things; but with compassion, you must do what you can to stop them—for they are harming themselves, as well as those who suffer from their actions.” The Dalai Lama (via hippieseurope)

(Source: lazyyogi, via love-and-goodvibes)

12AM

rubbishbinangel:

We keep being thrown together; I have bruises from every time we touched.

(via aquietjoy)

April142014
April132014
“Ten years from now, we’ll walk into the same coffee shop.
We’ll sit at a table for two, across from each other and I will realize, that I never really knew you at all.” Abagail Pacheco (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)

(via thewine-darksea)

5PM
tylerknott:

Tie me to them and let them carry me. Make them balloons and my sighs the hot air to fill them full. They will float to you.

tylerknott:

Tie me to them and let them carry me. Make them balloons and my sighs the hot air to fill them full. They will float to you.

12PM
“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.” Frida Kahlo (via feverously)

(Source: annawoolf, via aquietjoy)

12AM

(Source: sassy, via love-and-goodvibes)

12AM
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