Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.
Camille Pissarro (via quotethat)
Anxiety is not rude. Depression is not selfish. Schizophrenia is not wrong. Eating disorders are not a choice. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is not crazy. Mental illness isn’t self-centred, anymore than cancer is self-centred. It’s a medical illness.
(Source: bewilderedapprehension, via radical-self-love-project)
…in that drunken place
like to hand your heart to her
give it back.
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via feellng)
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E.E. Cummings (via feellng)
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via feellng)
The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
Helen Mirren (via mystiquel)
(Source: omybestbeloved, via jordanwritenow)
And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
John Green (Looking for Alaska)