Tell him, only say my name if you can swallow it dead.
Kristin Chang, from “In the Dead of Spring,” published in Vagabond City (via lifeinpoetry)
Both colour and language have their mundane, pragmatic, adaptive functions; we use colour to recognise objects in our environment, and we use language for everyday communication. But in painting and poetry, colour and language become as it were aware of themselves; it is indeed as though they know themselves better than any human being possibly could.
Elena Maslova-Levin, ‘Rainer Maria Rilke on Colour and Self-Awareness’ (via thebluesthour)
I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God than in church thinking about the mountains.
John Muir (via wordsthat-speak)
I couldn’t quite comprehend what betrayal was, but suddenly with your knife in my back - betrayal has never tasted so bittersweet.
j.b.r - 17.05.16 (via lucid-vissions)
more sunrises and less screen time.
more loving and less comparing love.
more happiness and less posting “happy” pictures on instagram.
more living in the now and less worrying about what hasn’t happened.
more tumblr and less instagram.
more yoga and less hitting snooze in the morning.
more real conversations and less talking about how drunk we got the night before.
more peace and less judgement.
more simplicity and less impulse buying.
more water and less coffee.
more self-love and less looking for love.
more living with intent and less having the wrong intentions.
more being responsible and less not studying for important things.
more music/books and less television.
more deep breaths and less not being able to control my life.
more forgiveness and less anger.
more self-soul searching and less looking for another soul right now.
@2wentysixletters come to Paris too!
friends—
i am heading to greece/greek islands, croatia, slovenia, hungary, austria, czech republic and hopefully germany & the netherlands soon, if you have any recommendations on cool places (ie. museums, cafes, bookstores, etc) to visit, i wanna know! please send them through.
love and light.
but how Great would it feel to be someone’s first choice
by David Schermann http://flic.kr/p/uNobqJ