introducing me;

Happiness is always at your fingertips. Sadness is beatable. They may not like you, but they remember you. There will be someone who loves you endlessly. Breath in, breath out. Life is bliss and misery, and dull and stunning, and full of meaning and defeats. Forget not all the wonders that live in side of you. Kindness is contagious. Forgiveness and peace are sisters. Smile. Flow like a river, because one day you will understand all the perplexing things and realize there is no point in stabbing your spear at ghost. Pray for fulfillment. Live a lovely, story-filled life. -- The Nameless Wander

Wonderstruck
People tend to think their circumstances determine the quality of their lives. So they pour their energy into trying to control those situations. They feel happy when things are going well, and sad or frustrated when things don’t turn out as they’d hoped. They rarely question this correlation between their circumstances and feelings. Yet it is possible to be content in any and every situation ~ Sarah Young
by wanderlust

religiousmom:

do you ever wanna listen to music but every song is just not the right song

innocenceandnonsense:

Stranger at the gym: I like your name
THANKS I GOT IT FOR MY BIRTHDAY

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sonderandswoon:

IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FORECER
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left-nut:

I want to be buried in this shirt
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thelovenotebook:

Words of Emotion

I fell under the sky for a boy with pale blue eyes and a wit to tangle with the common

He tongue tied my smooth and replaced it with stumbling

over my words

nervous talking, moving my lips so quickly sparks flew from my mouth

It was a soul spinning sixteen

A first love, middle of the night, shiver at his name kind of thing,

see, it was a pull my feet back to the ground, comb the clouds out of my hair thing

He was tickle fights and trampoline kisses

movie watching, magnetic skin, puzzle piece bones,
wrapping around each other like we were holding onto gold

We knew what we had, snapping pictures in my head of his clover lips

crooked nose

sleepy eyes

I love you smile

He took notes on the nervous in my shine

saw my feet taking off before they even left the ground

So he bubblegum stuck my toes to the floor

Paper clipped his smile to the door

I couldn’t leave

So I lost my butterflies in his laugh,

hoped I’d gain some of his in my chest

But he was already caught in a new storm

So instead I found a wolf under my skin

where he used to live

and I stopped believing I was ever a sheep

I was never a sheep (via innocenceandnonsense)
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My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest.
Moriah Pearson (via mariannapaige)
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Escapingtides