“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”—Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via h0lycake)
“Sometimes words seem so empty when ones heart is so full, but spill those words anyways; someone might fall in love with what you have to say.”—T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)
I wish there was some sort of blanket you could cover yourself with but it didn’t make you warm it just provided the sensation of being covered because some nights it’s just too hot for a blanket but I need something covering me so it’s a choice between boiling to death or being completely vulnerable to monsters
“God breathed some spark into some mud that became us, and He did it for a reason, and I want to feel that reason, not just some false explanation.”—Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts (via wonderingthroughflowers)
“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”—(via high-violets)
“You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.”—Beardsley Jones: Make yourself proud. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
“I wonder, though, if the good feeling will last. I do this with good things; I think joy into its coffin; I analyze too much. I don’t want to think about life anymore; I just want to live life.”—Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts (via wonderingthroughflowers)
“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.”—Leonardo da Vinci (via godmoves)
“What is the sign of a friend? Is it that he tells you his secret sorrows? No, it is that he tells you his secret joys. Many people will confide their secret sorrows to you, but the final mark of intimacy is when they share their secret joys with you.”—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (source)
Yesterday I came home to an impromptu seamless white background photo shoot on my back porch. We dressed in costumes and we posed ourselves into becoming new characters and we played music that fit the scene.
Tonight we walked to a park and drank wine and talked about the deep Internet and bitcoin and we laughed so much I wish that it wasn’t so hard to take photos in the dark.