“I have so much of you in my heart.”
— John Keats, “Letter to Fanny Browne,” 8 July 1819 (via faheys)

“I have so much of you in my heart.”
— John Keats, “Letter to Fanny Browne,” 8 July 1819 (via faheys)
people are bad and all but when a stranger holds open a door for you and when a stranger picks up something you dropped and when a stranger smiles at you from across the street and when a stranger on a hike wishes you good morning and when a stranger hands you a rose and when a stranger lets you have their seat and when a stranger stops you to compliment your outfit and when a stranger gives you the 5 cents you’re missing and when a stranger jams their foot in the tram door so you can make it and when a stranger says bless you when you sneeze and when a stranger helps you with directions and when a stranger gets you something from the top shelf... maybe we are worth saving
post secret 08.04.18
how lovely, the way lovers lean on each other. i've been thinking about the physics of it, the gravity of hearts. the first human instinct: to find something to lean on. we all have it, the radar for warm solid things. i am good at being lonely, but loneliness makes you heavy. what do you do when you cannot lean? you fold. i fold on myself. there is warmth here, too. a center here, too. i wish it was enough.
maybe in another life
“She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment.”
— We Are Okay, Nina Lacour
eat a fruit that you like. take a little walk and pay attention to the trees. dance to music alone in ur room. it’s the small things that will heal you
a long time ago i learned that a big part of your life needs to be undocumented and just simply enjoyed in the present. you don’t need to post a picture of the book your reading for it to be good. you don’t need to have a pic of you posing before the sea as proof that u had a good trip. there’s a very fine line between manufacturing moments for future nostalgia and honoring happy experiences by commemorating them into art. and it’s all about intention: do i want to take a picture because it would look good on ig or do i want to take a picture because i do not want to forget how insanely happy i am right now? or, preferably, do i even need to take a picture at all?
“For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you’re not going to be very happy. If someone bases his happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to Paris, that person isn’t going to be happy much of the time. If, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness.”
— Andy Rooney (via metrosouthern)
My eyes met many eyes but only got lost in yours.
‘Lovers’ (pencil)
“Since I met you, all the gloomy days just seem to shine a little more brightly.”
— Joji, 17. “Like You Do”
Hug me, I’m mentally tired
thankful for those who made me laugh when it was hard to even smile
date someone who is interested in you. i don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. i mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. someone who wants to read every word you write. someone who wants to hear every note of your favourite song, or watch every scene of your favourite movie. someone who wants to find every scar on your body, and learn where they came from. someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. there is a difference between attraction and interest. find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are.
“You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.”
—
Engelberg, Switzerland
I remember being told that love is blind, so I ran my fingers through the creases of your flaws and slowly read your darkest secrets by stroking over the scars on your skin like braille. I’ve read all of your hidden chapters and you by far are still my favourite story.
- Meggan Roxanne