Only when you are truly happy, you can be concerned about somebody. When you are...– Jaggi Vasudev (via gardenofthefareast)
Clap Your Hands
When Sia sings, she sounds like a waterfall.
Here lie massive, starless spaces; an abyss where you and I can trade places. Colorless. No shadows, no windows. It’s like we’re on opposite sides of the glass; we cannot touch. I’m uncomfortable. Vulnerable. As the wave of self-consciousness plows it’s way through my chest, as the surge of diffidence makes it’s way too, the oscillation of my thoughts becomes even more rapid. Oh those thoughts,...
So It's True
It leaked out slowly from the porous underground; a feverish red color with an impenetrable smell. It almost looked unreal. As it spread, the red curdled into black masses. So it’s true, he thought, it’s really true. It had erupted. He expertly, yet timidly, stepped over the excrements, and began to run.
“Come down, come down young thing,” he said with his hands clasped in an O around his mouth to maximize his sound. “No, I don’t want to. You…you can’t make me.” He paused “Why are you frightened? It happened years ago.” The voice of reason. “You don’t understand,” she began to weep, “It all happened when someone left the window open. I’m not ready, I’m not ready!” She fled from the window, and...
chaiivee: sometimes writing is like dancing you simply need to loosen up not take yourself so seriously pretend no one is watching let the tension out and not be afraid to make no sense to anyone else at all.
I’ve missed my creative outlet and it feels good to have you back.
chaiivee: people like to countdown fivefourthreetwoone happy twentyfirst birthday christmas new year sometimes i wake up and i think happy less than twentyfour hours til i fall back asleep
never-endingsummer: I should have a cats tag on my tumblr. I like cats. I don’t plan on having any children, just cats. It’s going to be great.
younggwildandreckless: Just committed to Northern Arizona University Watch out Flagstaff The meatballs are coming
Squeeze me harder now and let your hands show my back how much you missed me.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
that-girl-danielle: Drowning in my own tears because Mariska Hargitay is not my best friend.
I will never write anything that can capture all you are to me.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
You are the flowers and I’m the vase that holds you. Grow bright for me now.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I will always wish that you could see in yourself all I see in you.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
my daughter: but MOM, look around-- all of society says--
me: what have i told you about talking to society?
I see myself as a substance in a natural state; not yet processed or purified. And, there’s not one person on Earth who’s here for the same reason as me. I want to celebrate myself, always. Be proud and tall in stature.
You survived the abuse. You can survive the recovery.– Olivia Benson, Law and Order: SVU (via never-endingsummer)