I'll Write Him In Thousand Different Ways Until My Ink Bleeds.

my favorite relationship is the one between humans and dandelions. in childhood we instinctively blow on its little fuzzy seed carriers. we take the role of the wind, we help the dandelions in a crucial part of their lives, and in return we get a wish and a moment of happiness. this is how nature is meant to work. we are just as unaware of our goodness as the honey bees are, pollinating the flowers 

this will always be one of my faves

“On the streets, / everything looks human. You forget / certain animals are bloodless injured. / You must imagine some other color / that means hurt.”

— Maya C. Popa, from “Broken Periodic”, American Faith

“[A]nd I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.”

— Khalil Gibran (via wordsnquotes)

appreciation post for everyone whos ever talked to me bc im annoying and dumb

“You’d like to imagine them at sea now, having grown tired of haunting your sleep.”

— Christine Kitano, “Ancestors” from Sky Country (via smokefalls)

“There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.”

— Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World” (via jewist)

“My mind is obscured by the past, as if there is too much to remember. Muted sadness and nostalgia are overwhelming, but it’s always sad because it’s the past. I don’t feel ready to build new memories. I keep going back, like a holiday. There are so many parts and details.”

— Flora Yin-Wong | Liturgy (via abandonarium)