nowhere else i'd rather be.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I spent the afternoon pleasantly—alone, walking, lying in the grass, reading.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. July 1916  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[jkvo]

“to be wild and perfect for a moment,”

— Mary Oliver, from Peonies in “New And Selected Poems: Volume One”  (via weltenwellen)

[ruemag]

[themotivationjournals]

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

Keith Miller (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[wnq-quotes]

Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.

Buddha   (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[keitonoe]

[itallstartedwithakiss]

[jaskaranparmar]

[cobaltnights]

[moonandtrees]

[annajoganiyan]

[prettystuff]

[dustjacket9999]

[stylebox]

[goodreadss]

Go out and paint the stars.

Vincent van Gogh (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[wnq-writers]

One day, all the love you’ve given away will find it’s way back to you, and it will finally stay.

bunny-in-neverland  (via wnq-writers)

[lillyandleopard]