I would love a dress made solely from this material.
(via misswallflower)
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
— James Baldwin (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via lovebot)
One of the best scenes I’ve seen in my short years on the planet. Perfect-palm-pressed-to-base-of-neck-big-sigh-filled-cinema.
infinitebutterflies:potterhead:maryclare:livetoinfinity:catherinehepburn:(via stereowrists)
Strum
This used guitar lets me hold it while I fall asleep, touch it when I wake up, and doesn’t complain that I don’t know how to make music on it yet.
You either want to be known as someone who’s done something or you actually want to do something. They’re not the same.
— via: I wrote this for you (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
All the time. I don’t tend to do things by halves - it’s normally up under the armpits, or not even a toe-dip. And it applies to the big stuff as much as it does the small things, like, how I love to spread Marmite thicker over the crusts of my my toast so that I get to indulge for three mouthfuls and then regulate for two. (via papertissue)
I could write so many words, but instead I’ll just say this. One day.
Quite. I spend my life feeling inadequate about how I look. I will probably continue to do so. I wish I didn’t.
I’m pretty sure I’ve posted this before but it still makes so much sense. Be okay with it all. It’s called balance.
(via gatekeeper)
This picture reminds me of two things. 1. Turning your face up to meet the rain - which is something I strongly adhere to - especially that heavy, hot, fat rain. 2. A conversation I had with a friend about feeling a little out of sorts - I think I said something about her situation being like a snowdome, where her sparks were just nestled, waiting or needing something to come along and shake them up.
(via theindiehippie)
