"You are not an atlas. You are not responsible for carrying the weight of the world."
Kayla Hollatz - an excerpt from Nuggets Of Truth For My Precious Daughter (via thetalltwig)
"They have photographed the brain and here is the picture: it is full of branches, as I always suspected. Each time you arrive, the electricity of seeing you is a huge tree lumbering through my skull, the roots waving. I touch you, and I am created in you somewhere as a complex filament of light. You rest on me and my shoulder holds your heavy unbelievable skull, crowded with radiant suns, a new planet, the people submerged in you a lost civilization I can never excavate. My hands trace the contours of a total universe — its different colors, flowers, its undiscovered animals, violent or serene, its other air, its claws, its paradise rivers."
Margaret Atwood, I Was Reading A Scientific Article (via chrstn)
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity."
I love flowers. I want to be surrounded by flowers because they’re so beautiful and maybe if I was around them long enough I would become beautiful myself.
"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours."
Azra T. (via jakeenglish)
"If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution."
Jasper Fforde, Something Rotten (via observando)
"Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."
Paulo Coelho, Brida (via gebeine)
You may mess up, but you’re not a mess up.
You may make a mistake, but you are not a mistake.
You may screw up, but you are not a screw up.
You may fail, but you are not a failure.
You are not your downfalls.