[naramdil]

I don’t usually take unsolicited advice from men but when hozier emerged from the woods and said “be as you’ve always been” some points were made 

[rolingstoneboycomplex]

when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me

[star-eaters]

Full paragraph hurts even more.

“ (…) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

[mickmercury]

when the times get rough and I lose sight of the goal i just. reread “the orange” by wendy cope again & remember. that’s where I’m going folks. sooner or later, whatever it takes.

[mickmercury]

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

– “The Orange,” Wendy Cope

[gentlepeople]

more examples of tenderness

• “have you ever been in love?” “once.” “how did it end?” “it hasn’t.” (the get down, 2017)
• “I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.” (hanya yanagihara)
• when you kiss me, heaven sighs (la vie en rose / edith piaf)
• “the heart is the toughest part of the body. tenderness is in the hands.” (carolyn forché)
• oh, if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin, my arms around your shoulders, the windows wide and open (amoreena / elton john)
• “the curtains stir. there you are on the bed, like a gift. like a touchable dream.” (carol ann duffy)
• I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm (that’s no way to say goodbye / roberta flack)
• “you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.” (richard siken)
• love me always, love me always (oscar wilde in a letter to his lover)
• “with you, intimacy colors my voice. even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.” (warsan shire)
• if I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you (if I could fly / one direction)
• “do you want to dance?” “I don’t know how.” “me either. do you want to figure it out?” (stranger things, 2016)

[theshitneyspears]

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

[heavenfay]

it is okay to gasp at the sunset every single evening like it is the first sunset you have ever seen. it is okay to take photos of everything you find pretty. it is okay to laugh about something that happened a week ago (it is okay to laugh entirely too much). it is okay to say that the sunlight looks like honey, that the world looks like a dream today. it is okay to memorize poems by heart and recite them to people who make your heart feel warm. it is okay to take this life and weave it golden. don’t let anyone tell you that you are silly or dramatic or stupid. you are beautiful. you have beautiful eyes through which everything sparkles and nothing goes unnoticed and you are so loved for that.

[generalgrievousdatingsim]

what i REALLY want to do is knit my friends chunky wool sweaters in ugly patterns and send them jars of homemade jam and lavender honey and sugar-crusted shortbread wrapped in brown paper tied up with knotted twine and handwrite them letters on thick yellowish paper infused with dried wildflowers i picked and pressed myself but nooooo i have to “study” and “work” so that i can earn ‘‘‘money’’’ and pay ‘‘‘bills’’’. fuck all life.

[humansofnewyork]

“My husband got involved with a younger woman at work.  I was relaxed about it at first.  He’s thirteen years younger than me, so I thought: ‘Shit happens.’  But then she got pregnant.  Luckily through the divorce process I had the opportunity to take over this shithole place with no heating, which I’ve turned into an art studio. And now I’m living my best life.  Everything is for sale except the pink chandelier and the dog.  Anyone is free to stop by at anytime.  You can eat or drink whatever you want.  All the young people in the neighborhood love me.  I’m the oldest person in our friend group.  Everyone else is in their twenties or thirties.  They call me Queen Mama.  I call them my adopted kids.  I always help them with their school projects and resumes and interviews.  I only ask one thing in return.  Each of them has to teach me one new thing every week: a piece of music, a trend, an idea.  Just so I can stay up to date.  Before you take the photograph, let me go inside and put on some make-up.  We were out until 2 AM last night.”
(Amsterdam, The Netherlands)

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

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I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

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