Perhaps we’ll find each other later,
when we aren’t two kids
scrambling to find a home.

Maybe we’ll intersect again,
with new collections
of memories and dreams
tied to our ankles,
searching for someone
to lighten to burden.

And maybe, just maybe,
next time the
I-love-yous will be real,
instead of muttered hopes
that left our lips bloodstained.

Emily Palermo, I’ll See You in Five Years (via starredsoul)

(via kmots)

theglasschild:

“Eat food from farmers markets. Drink good tea each morning. Read books that make you feel. Paint, even if you’re awful. Write, even when you have nothing to say. Sit in the fresh air outside. Go on hikes. Swim in lakes and wade in streams. Sleep as long as you need. Work hard at what you love. Work hard at what you hate. Love unconditionally and wholeheartedly.”

— How to stay Happy

Some people will never “get you”. Do not spend eternity asking why. People will see you differently, just cherish those who lift your soul.

Dodinsky (via psych-facts)

fucklikeagod:



I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

god this is so relaxing

Rather fond of the rain, if I’m to be honest…

fucklikeagod:

I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

god this is so relaxing

Rather fond of the rain, if I’m to be honest…

(via convalescens)