Your head is a living forest full of song birds.
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Spring is Making Promises (by Jenna Souers)
Rainbow Spirit Quartz - South Africa
Vík í Mýrdal beach
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In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.
The Spirit of Winter
A collection of winter photos shot between 2012-2014 by Finnish photographer Mikko Lagerstedt.
Out of habit, she stopped by the bookshelf in the living room to see if there was a paperback that she could stuff into her pocket for emergencies — you never knew when you might need a book to entertain and comfort and distract you in the day’s empty places.
—Emily Croy Barker, The Thinking Woman’s Guide to Real Magic
People who think I don’t already “pick my battles” greatly underestimate the number of potential battles in my path on a daily basis.
Do whatever you want damnit.
Fill your body with fruit. Eat cookies all day. Pack your stuff and go see the world. Game all day with the blinds shut. Meet new people. Run through a flower field until your legs fall off. Get an office job. Sleep until 2pm.
Just do what makes you hella happy, for fuck sake.