[That’s it.] The lover writes, the believer hears, The poet mumbles and the painter sees, Each one, his fated eccentricity, As a part, but part, but tenacious particle, Of the skeleton of the ether, the total Of letters, prophecies, perceptions, clods Of color, the giant of nothingness, each one And the giant ever changing, living …
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What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable? John Green (via styleandstarbucks)
He stepped down, trying not too look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via wingsforlashes)
I’d care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.
Reblog this if I can trust you.
Whatever happens, you will be fine. You are never alone. You have all of us friends on tumblr with you. Whenever you’re sad, darling, just come back home on tumblr. We are all here for you as a big family.
vintage-century: Just saying to all my tumblr friends <3
We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness. David Weatherford (via saras-scrapbook)
other-wordly: pronunciation | la dO-‘lUr eks-‘kEz (la doe-LURE ex-KEEZ) submitted by | etcetera [sainttiffany] submit words | heresorry | if I mangled the pronunciation; I tried my best