Eternal Spring

Wendy and the Lost Boys are looking for Peter Pan on this Tumblr. Don't interrupt their process,please. "Children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy...

[kushandwizdom]

Even people I don't fuck with anymore, check up on me time to time, to see if I'm still on the right path, followed by "you're almost there" and "how's your mum?" The encouragement is always reciprocal. We're way too old to hold grudges over old disputes. I want to see everyone I dreamt with, win.

- Meggan Roxanne

[lasylphidedubolchoi]

Backstage at the Mariinsky Theatre during Balanchine’s Jewels

Photos by Xander Parish

[gabriellabowden]

[orwell]

[kushandwizdom]

Dont let someone who didnt completely fall in love with your weirdness let you believe that someone else isnt capable of loving all you are.

- Expherience

[lauryncravens-deactivated202007]

[basdos]

[excdus]

[danger]

[boy-so-pale]

[purplebuddhaproject]

Don’t be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.

Richard Bach (via purplebuddhaproject)

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm–whether it’s something or someone–toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.

Paul Schmidtberger, from Design Flaws of the Human Condition (Broadway Books, 2007)

[nevver]

[5oil]

[prevsad]

[boy-so-pale]

[wnq-writers]

I love people who are nothing like the ordinary. The ones who were riding their bikes and skinny dipping and collecting pebbles while everyone else was where everyone else was. People who are raw and chaotic. They won’t know what to say in a conversation but they’ll tell you the physical properties of all nearby planets or play you an instrument or read you their favourite poem. They’ll show you versions of themselves in minute details and roll up their sleeves so you can see their scars. When they speak, they unknowingly say things that awaken an echo in you. When you look at them in the eye you can tell that they’ve been through more than most, but they’re wild and unapologetic, and they will look you in the eye. When you tell them your secret, they’ll treat it like a flower and put it behind their ear. I love people like that, and how could I not? They carry the kind of magic I’ve never seen before; they’ll untie their hair, shake it loose and make you fall in love with them. They’re so beautiful it’s impossible to believe the whole world isn’t pulled toward them the way you are, but because it isn’t so, it makes those people that much more special.

jasmin silja (via wnq-writers)