Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, or worn. It is the experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude. <3
to be alone,
and I want
to not let me be
anne, I’m drowning (via foreverslaine)
pennyblues) Mar 9
"Life is so damn short, for fucks sake, just do what makes you happy.
Compliment people. Magnify their strengths, not their weaknesses.
Not everyone is going to want, accept, or know how to receive your energy. Make peace with it and move on.
Kindness. It doesn’t cost a damn thing. Sprinkle that shit everywhere.
Slow down, calm down, don’t worry, don’t hurry. Trust the process.
Spend more time making yourself a better person and less time worrying about what everyone else is doing.
Find a way, not an excuse.
Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs, and you do not have to endure this from others either.
We are not our failures.
You can’t live a positive life with a negative mind.
The more you close yourself the unhappier you’ll be. You’re not alone, open up to people.
People come and people go. That’s the way the world goes. Live and learn, don’t live and regret. The best is yet to come. Look forward.
When you lose yourself in what you love, you find yourself in what you are.
Forget everything you’ve been told and open your mind.
Forgiveness is the greatest indicator of strength. Admit when you’re wrong, but if someone makes you feel like shit for the mistake, move on. Similarly, when someone makes a mistake, be good enough to understand why they did. You don’t attack people because of a mistake. People learn."
15 Things You Should Keep in Mind (by themoonphase)
int0xicated-euph0ria) Mar 9
"Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart."
- This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via
anitaspallenberg, via alongwayoff) Mar 9
I feel you on my skin in the mornings. I can’t love you in the daylight but it’s harder to breathe at night. I want to tell you I love you but I can’t put it into words. Our story isn’t written in words. It’s written in coffee stains and ink spills and snowflakes and a light which never goes out. Your cigarette burns like a sunrise and the earth is tripping through space and it turns right side up for a moment at four am when the sky is on fire. I’m not sure what colour your eyes are. I’m not sure of anything anymore.
"It’s been a long time since I’ve been me."
- Fernando Pessoa (via
larmoyante, via forever-and-alwayss) Mar 2
"The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.
One of them
Missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.
Car wouldn’t start.
Get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment"
pastelbouquets) Mar 2
"My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors And trying to convince my shadow that I’m someone worth following"
- Rudy Francisco, My Honest Poem (via
man-of-prose, via magwithlove) Mar 1