Sit. Feast on your life.

(Source: bellwilliams)

In a world so rife with vulgarity, with brutality and violence, love exists. I’m grateful to know that it exists.

Maya Angelou (via mindfullofthings)

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Jason Mraz - Plane - Live at Madison Square Garden


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After Years by Ted Kooser

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After Years by Ted Kooser

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Rumi (via kari-shma)

Dear Sugar …

Dear Sugar,

I am grateful for the opportunity to be uncomfortable. In the strange and lonely corners of discomfort is where I find those moments of beautiful sadness when life pulsates vibrantly around me and within me, opening my heart to accept the raw and the brutal equivocally with the selfless and kind.

buddy wakefield 

(Source: howtoleavetheozarks)

Whatever you felt last night, whatever needle was stitching its initials into your heart was felt by a hundred other hearts. Whatever growls in the darkest corner of your memory is a beast that others have fed. You are not the only person who feels ugly tonight. You are not the only person who can’t seem to find the right words until the conversation is over. Who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing on this carousel. Who cries for no reason or never cries or only cries when you feel like your life is finally standing still and you don’t know what to do when nothing is going wrong. […] It isn’t about always being happy. That shit is unhealthy. But you are only alone if you ignore all the other people who are exactly like you.

Sierra DeMulder, Ariel (x)

(Source: harryjamespotterarchive)

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

RICHARD SIKEN

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