if i was a flower growing wild and free

She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.

— 

Julia Gregson (via lacynical)

sobizarre:

s-ukino:

lrrationality:

new favourite poem. this is so powerful.

this is so beautiful. 

This. Oh my God.

(Source: inkskinned)

You know you’re meant to be a librarian when nothing annoys you more than knowing a non fiction section would never be listed by the authors last name. This person clearly has never heard of the Dewey decimal system.

And Hansel said to Gretel: “Let us drop these breadcrumbs so that together we find our way home.” Because losing our way would be the most cruel of things. This year, I lost my way.

And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

The journey lasted eight months. Sometimes I travelled alone, sometimes, there were others who took the wheel, and took my heart. But when the destination was reached, it wasn’t me who arrived. It wasn’t me at all.

And once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.

Because sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.

— (via vavin)

(Source: alongcamedelilah)

Evening Peace

dearoldlove:

I used to love the quiet of the early morning because it was when I felt the most alive. Now I crave late evenings, the moment when my brain becomes too physically tired to think about you anymore and my fears and anxieties melt away into a temporary haze of acceptance. Until morning time rolls around and my heart breaks all over again.

tobiasfunkey:

ideal date:

• chicken strips
• nap
• make out w/ me
• watch 3 hours of parks and rec while playing with my hair
• get out of my face

You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.

Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.

You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.

If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.

Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.

Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.

— Julien Smith  (via justsaysomethingperfect)