@study-princess - Tumblr Blog

heavensghost

Words by Mary Oliver engraved in rock

rikaklassen

Image description: A flat textured rock with the text, "mostly I want to be kind".

artemisiasea

majabebber

Maybe I have to savor cups of coffee, soak in the golden light of sunsets, get lost in the arms of my friends, in their laughter. Maybe I have to live in the moment and let the past go. Maybe I have to let go of the idea that there is anything in the world that fills the void, that gives me back all the things that I’m missing because there isn’t. I am only truly fulfilled when I am grateful for everything that I already have. Maybe I need people more than anything else. People who understand me. Maybe I have to feel the rain with every inch of my body. Maybe I have to memorise every kiss, every look into my eyes. Maybe I have to remember their eye colour and the way they said my name. Maybe those are the things that make me feel truly alive. Maybe it’s rainy days, maybe it’s listening to old songs that make me feel nostalgic. Maybe it’s days spent in bookshops and cafés. Maybe it’s buying fresh flowers. Maybe it’s hot cups of coffee early in the morning. Maybe it’s falling asleep to the sound of rain. Maybe it’s nothing I own, maybe it’s experiences, maybe it’s memories.

sirlonius

I just tend my garden (this tumblr) and mind my business.

llleighsmith

read an amazing phrase today “what is meant for you will not require you to abandon yourself to reach it”

kristina100000

incredible picture found on the interwebs i had to share with everypony

mmleepmlorp

My five year plan is to just see what happens

i-am-a-fish

don't be mean to yourself that's you

i-am-a-fish

you live there

kingcatnine

don't shave your legs this summer HOLD THE FUCKING LINE

“This is a model for how indirect effect can be, how delayed, how invisible; no one is more hopeful than a writer, no one is a bigger gambler…You write your books. You scatter your seeds. Rats might eat them, or they might rot. In California, some seeds lie dormant for decades because they only germinate after fire, and sometimes the burned landscape blooms most lavishly.”