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)
(Source: arebirthofwonder, via softshinythings)
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!
(Source: in-love-with-impossibility, via iamacupoftea)
As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space
an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning
view all created things like this. — Red Pine, The Diamond Sutra
Make Tea, Not War (by Georgie_grrl)
What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love. — John Knowles, A Separate Peace (via itsfromabook)
Abstract design is all right - for wallpaper or linoleum. But art is the process of evoking pity and terror. What modern artists do is pseudo-intellectual masturbation. Creative art is intercourse, in which the artist renders emotional his audience. These laddies who won’t deign to do that - or can’t - lost the public. …One does have to learn to look at art. But it’s up to the artist to use language that can be understood. Most of these jokers don’t want to use language you and I can learn; they would rather sneer because we ‘fail’ to see what they are driving at. If anything. Obscurity is the refuge of incompetence. — Jubal Harshaw, from Robert A. Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land