“Some people have needed me, but the ones I wanted most didn’t need anything or anyone.”
— Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “A Simple Woman,”
“I have the soul’s sword,”
— Muriel Stuart Irwin, The Collected Writings & Poems; “I And Myself,”
I’m content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. I’m at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. I’m satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. I’m contented by the little pieces of time in living.
“my soul is not a single flower it is a garden a showcase of things that are in different stages of blooming”
— pardis a.
lets bring back romanticism im tired of trying to be rational. were all dumb and we all want love
I don’t feel like I am asking for much. I just want this anxiety to melt like snow under the sun. The same sun I want to sit under every day. In a space I feel safe into, the warmth on my skin, feeling light and serene. A light breeze. Days flowing easily like a melody. I just want to be at peace
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“The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can't see, whose beginning you've forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.”




