When the night sky calls me, I run to it just to catch a little piece of itself that it has to offer.
I did it every night but I know I can never collect the whole-widespread, beautiful, breathtaking- sky.
Why do I still do it....?
Because I have loved it truly and have given up myself to it.
Everything I own belongs to it.
Weeping Willow, 1919, Claude Monet
"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."
Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]
“I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.”
— John Green (via nightlyquotes)
i want to be soft and kind and happy. i want to be a small sun that warms everyone around me. i want to smile and tuck my hair behind my ear and laugh. i want to be so full of love, i can't help but spread it all around.
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“It all begins and ends in your mind. What you give power to, has power over you, if you allow it.”
— Unknown
“Most days
I am a museum
of things I want to forget”
-E.E Scott
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Alain de Botton // Jon Kabat-Zinn // unknown
O’ dear God, how beautiful are your creations that painters wanted to immortalise it for centuries.
chaotic minds possess calm souls. 19. she/her . loves art . forgets important dates . forgives . loves poetry
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