As they are...

...droplets of musings

[minuty]

[thegoodvybe]

[poems-and-word]

[thegoodvybe]

[thegoodvybe]

[aizea]

[naturaekos]

[amargedom]

“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.””

— Bob Marley (via naturaekos)

[ponderation]

[amargedom]

[amargedom]

“I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.”

— Maya Angelou (via amargedom)

[poemswords]

[amargedom]

“When something or someone is no longer bringing you up, but pulling you down—it’s time to let go. When something or someone is no longer adding to your life, but subtracting from it—it’s time to let go.“”

— Mandy Hale, Letting Go and Moving On (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

— Maya Angelou (via goodreadss)

[amargedom]

“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

“Self-worth is so vital to your happiness. If you don’t feel good about you, it’s hard to feel good about anything else.”

— Mandy Hale (via minuty)

[amargedom]

“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via amargedom)