I want to be the first thing you touch in the morning and the last thing you taste at night. Sade Andria Zabala
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meaningless–poetry: THE UNROMANTIC TRUTH OF RUNNING AWAY You take out the trash: Old yearbooks, journals, and your pen collection from grade school. You grab the giant bag you packed: Clothes, toiletries, food for the next day, a towel, medicine, your laptop. You turn around to look at your room one last time. You feel nothing. …
On Rough Days…
wine is a friend.
I had a girl who loved sunsets. She said, “how lucky we must be, for the world to paint us a picture every night.” And she’d look at the sun and I’d look at her and I could see never see a difference. Ariana (via wordsnquotes)
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love. Tom Robbins
It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via jodarias)
I grew up thinking that in order to live a happy life, I had to get good grades and go to a prestigious university and get a highly paid job. But as I grew older I began to realise that in order to life a happy life, I had to choose it for myself and …
January is the quietest month in the garden… But just because it looks quiet doesn’t mean that nothing is happening. Rosalie Muller Wright, Editor of Sunset Magazine, 1/99
Ten things to do in 2017: 1. Take it a day at a time. You don’t have to know what you’re doing the next day or even the next hour. I’ve learned that the more you think in the future, the shorter the day seems and the months fly past you and you’re left feeling …
We walked hand in hand, choosing every step on our way together, burning, loving, caring and now that you’re gone i got stuck in the same old place still feeling the voide in my hand k.m (via fluohrine)