swagpizza:

Digging. by Intrepid Imagery on Flickr.

Maybe you would be better if you allowed yourself to be what you are.

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

— Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via observando)

Overheard between two students

  • First student: "The innocent sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care..."
  • Second student: Wow, what's that from?
  • First student: Shakespeare, but I don't know which one.
  • Second student: William, probably.

livebetterandlaugh:

If it involves mountains, breakfast food, coffee or campfires- I’m in. 

folklifestyle:

Lilac

…I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.

— Elena Gilbert (via camoxytocin)

You don’t have to let go of anything. You have to realize that everything has let go of you. You are not attached to anything in reality. Everything will die and change regardless of your love and attachment.

— (via oeu)
melepeta:

(by Kåre Gade)

Sometimes I come here just to be a lost mariner
but I am never lost:
there are the snowflakes frozen to the porthole of a jewelry store,
here is the treasure chest open to a single pearl
laid on a velvet slab,
there is the plashing of faces in the aisles
and the row of lockers stuffed with the coats and hats of the drowned …
and it is night, and the moon rows over
the gentle waters of the parking lot.

Nancy Eimers, from “Crossroads Mall,” in The New Bread Loaf Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, ed. by Michael Collier and Stanley Plumly (Middlebury College Press, 1999)

Enlightenment is a destructive
process. It has nothing to do with
becoming better or being happier.

— ADYASHANTI, The End of Your World (via birdstakemewithyou)