[fyp-psychology]

When you respond to an unreasonable person by getting emotional, you give them victory. How do you manage unreasonable people? You dismiss them. Like shadows

David Viscott (via fyp-psychology)

[folursphotography]

[garlicbread908]

Confidence is not ‘they will like me’ Confidence is ‘I’ll be fine if they don’t’

things everyone should know (via this-is-realitea)

[inno-centia]

[iamnotsadatall-deactivated20190]

[wordsnquotes]

I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

Virginia Woolf, Diaries Volume One 1915-1919 (via wordsnquotes)

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[pagewoman]

I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colours, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.

Patricia A. McKillip (via pagewoman)

From  Winter Rose (Winter Rose, #1)

[mpdrolet]

Reto Schmid

[timotaychalamet]

“Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I’ll end up an old maid.”

Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

[nomenu]

[veganmovement2012]

[takeme2themountains]

[vanish]

[oldbookillustrations]

From a painted china bottle.

From Examples of Chinese ornament, by Owen Jones, London, 1867.

(Source: archive.org)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

How lucky human beings were […] lucky and doomed. When their hearts pounded with excitement their soul pounded too, when their pulses raced their spirits were aroused, when their eyes moistened with tears of happiness it was their mind that felt the joy. Their minds touched the people their fingers touched, and when they in turn were touched by others it was as if two consciousnesses were briefly joined. The mind gave the body sensuality, it allowed the body to taste delight and to smell love in their lover’s sweet perfume; not only their bodies but their minds, too, made love. And at the end the soul, as mortal as the body, learned the last great lesson of life, which was the body’s death.

Salman Rushdie, from Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (via soracities)

[8-bitfiction]