November 2011
crystal bridges: Fiction →
goodeveningmistermouse:
tear-stained eyes; she continues to live in her lies.
this is what relapse looks like.
her eyes are distant, you can hear it in her voice, afraid to live, in hopes of death; she doesn’t belong, walking along with the lost and the broken, she cannot be found. she cannot be fixed.
…
October 2011
All your educational systems and all your cultural beliefs, force you to be...
– Osho (via thirsties)
Pinterest
I just made an account. I feel like I betrayed Tumblr.
graceeun:
tinachoung:
this made me cry, a lot.
so inspiring and touching
Raise your words, not your voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
– Rumi (via musingsinfemininity)
Physics says: Go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been...
– Albert Goldbarth, The Sciences Sing a Lullaby (via delimits)
A man practices the art of adventure when he breaks the chain of routine and...
– Wilfred Peterson (via thinknorth)
What is love, you ask. Dear child, love is like the light and there are two...
– Ann Rinaldi (via serialstranger)
A Bittersweet Life
parkerhurley:
One late autumn night, the disciple awoke crying. So the master asked the disciple,
“Did you have a nightmare?”
“No.”
“Did you have a sad dream?”
“No,” said the disciple. “I had a sweet dream.”
“Then why are you crying so sadly?”
The disciple wiped his tears away and quietly answered,
“Because the dream I had can’t come true.”