W.

[nikswonderland]

[infected]

Ponte Vecchio, Florence, Italy, photo by justtakeitandenjoy

[durianquotes]

“I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.”

— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking

[prachella]

[just-shower-thoughts]

There are people living, day to day, your version of a nightmare while you live, day to day, their version of a dream.

[busonolsun]

[jabir29]

"‏لا أَحبّ المنافسة ولا أَحبّ الأشياء التي تتطلب أن أثبت استحقاقي لها، مع أنني أستطيع أن أظفر بِها لو شِئت، لكن فكرة إثبات جدارتي للآخرين ليست مِن أولوياتي."

[11990904]

Choose understanding. Choose acceptance. Choose kindness. Choose compassion. Not only towards others but also towards yourself.

[desultory-suggestions]

You're allowed to romanticize life. Every little stir of your coffee, every sip of your tea. The sounds of leaves and snow crunching under your shoes, and the way your breath curls through the air when it's cold. Life is beautiful, never forget.

[last-picture-show]

Pirkle Jones, Figures in the Rain, San Francisco, California, 1955

[royaa]

[resqectable]

“The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little.”

— John Zabat-Zinn (via quotefeeling)

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

I need a playlist of all the songs I used to love but forgot about

[walaa02]

For real!

[beguines]

Yes, there is a place / where someone loves you both before / and after they learn what you are.

Neil Hilborn, "Lake", The Future

[genterie]

Adriana Donica photographed by Alessio Albi

[theglasschild]

“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I am still learning. I’m happy. Just sitting here. Knowing I have a few friends. Knowing I have a dream to work on. Knowing I have somewhere to go if it starts raining. A pillow to rest my head on. Someone to call when I get lonely. Nature to walk in, pure air, early mornings, seasons and weather. This is enough. This is more than enough. And most of all, I am enough. Everything changed when I forgave myself.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

[parysienn]