You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her. Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro (via wordsnquotes)
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home is wherever the grief washes off your hands with the most ease. love nothing that can’t fit into your smallest pockets, and I will always be with you. from Vintage Sadness by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib (via heartmagician)
She had rooms in her mind that she would not look into. Wallace Stegner (via quotemadness)
I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. W. B. Yeats (via pagewoman)
Everything heals. Your body heals. Your heart heals. The mind heals. Wounds heal. Your soul repairs itself. Your happiness is always going to come back. Bad times don’t last. Christiana Rutkowski gentle reminder (via serious)
In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs. Henry David Thoreau (via pagewoman)
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