Accompianist

I need a new song.

[wordsnquotes]

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It’s the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.

Mary DeMuth  (via thatkindofwoman)

[robotronique]

[fyp-psychology]

I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

Theodore Isaac Rubin   (via thatkindofwoman)

[epicconductingphotos]

Eric Whitacre where r u going

[allthingseurope]

Saxony, Germany (by Sandsteiner)

[nylonpinksy]

[allthingseurope]

Würtzburg Residence, Germany (by chrlnz)

[accompianist]

I've stood there. I've played there. I've lived there. 

[thewhitewindywaves]

When yo family ask when you're gonna have kids

[sketchofthepast]

Forgive me that I ignored the sun And that I lived in sorrow.

Anna Akhmatova (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)

[fuckyeahleipzig]

Bauwand by YviKru

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Don’t stop when you’re tired. Stop when you’re done.

Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)

[wordsthat-speak]

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena  (via thatkindofwoman)

[simplicitybliss]

Laws of Productivity, No. 1: “Get started.”

[maryoliverpoetry]

[accompianist]

maryoliverpoetry:

A morning-glory morning with its usual glory, dawn particularly startling with citrons and mauves, petunias in the garden flashing their tender signals of gratitude. The sunflowers creak in their grass-colored dresses. Cosmos, the four o’clocks, the sweet alyssum nod to the roses who so very politely nod back.

And now it is time to go to work. At my desk I look out over the flutter petals, little fires. Each one fresh and almost but not quite replicable.

Consider wearing such a satisfying body! Consider being, with your entire self, such a quiet prayer!

[coffeeforthemoon]

[kimberlyandalexandria-blog]

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