“A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.”
— Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird
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“A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.”
— Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird
Right here, look at me, kitten. That's a good girl.
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There is nothing in the world so beautifull as the sound of the rain.
“The thing is: If you’re cold, you hurt people. If you’re sensitive, they hurt you.”
— Unknown
“There are two reasons why we don’t trust people. First - we don’t know them. Second - we know them.”
— Unknown
“Stop asking me to trust you while I’m still coughing water up from the last time you let me drown.”
— Unknown
i'm fighting shit in my mind everyday that nobody knows about
“Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.”
— Sarah Brooke
“I had no language for what was passing through me.”
— Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993 (via violentwavesofemotion)
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Flies (tr. by Stuart Gilbert & Lionel Abel), 1943 (via lunamonchtuna)
Charlotte Brontë, from Villette
“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath