A Spring's Carol

«Born from silence, silence full of it. A perfect concert, my best friend. So much to live for, so much to die for, if only my heart had a home. Sing what you can’t say, forget what you can’t play, hasten to drown into beautiful eyes. Walk within my poetry, this dying music: my loveletter to nobody»

[henretta84]

Life begins on the other side of despair.

Jean-Paul Satre (via henretta84)

[henretta84]

My soul has been haunted by something like those forgotten melodies that come back to us at twilight, during those slow hours in which memory, like a ghost among ruins, stalks our thoughts.

Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet (via henretta84)

[jakesjohnson-deactivated2025081]

[naturaekos]

[bpd-ryy]

it’s just so astonishing how i manage to simultaneously believe that I’m better than everyone and worse than everyone

[sulfur]

[babyanimalgifs]

if ur feeling sad, look at this capybara; he’s just happy to be friends with everyone

[wnq-writers]

Your feelings are valid and important. You’re the only one who feels the way you do. If something tiny, like seeing the first butterfly in spring, makes you cry - that’s okay. If you have empathy for a person being hurt but it doesn’t make you cry - that’s okay. You are you. Try not to compare your feelings to other people’s feelings. If the feeling is there, if you feel happy or sad or angry, it’s there. And it’s valid. Please remember that. No matter how important or unimportant the cause is. I hope this makes sense somehow.

dewdropheart  (via wordsnquotes)

[heavensghost]

[comediva-blog]

[marypleasanceliddell]

"Tonight looks like a cold one"

[introverts-hideaway]

[marypleasanceliddell]

Places, 28.03.17

[tastefullyoffensive]

The real leader of Finland. (via KellyWeill)

[lacorgi]

[mattonious]

give em the ol’ razzle dazzle

[marypleasanceliddell]

«I can't keep my head from spinning out of control Is this what being vulnerable feels like? And I will try, try, try to breathe 'til it turns to muscle memory I'm only steady on my knees One day I'll stand on my own two feet And I'll run the risk Of being intimate with brokenness Through this magnifying glass I see a thousand finger prints On the surfaces of who I am»

[yikyakapp-blog]