The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. — Ralph Waldo Emerson (via achamois)
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here. — Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via creatingaquietmind)
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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are. — danielle laporte (via realdwntomars)
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Jim Butcher, Skin Game
Untitled on We Heart It.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind. — Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via chazkeats)
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Here’s to the girls on the highway who hit the gas pedal much harder than they should. The girls with cackles for laughs who rev up their engines, and smile like tornados.They don’t walk, they don’t even run. They crash into everything that comes into contact with their wildfire souls. Approach them with caution, love them, or hate them, but you should know one thing, you will never be able to extinguish them. — Hannah Sofia
This is my new favorite mug, which I may have borrowed from the still life objects cupboard in the painting studio. I am also in love with my new coconut cocoa tea! Yumm!
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