August 27th, 2014
When a man is getting better he understands more and more clearly the evil that is still left in him. When a man is getting worse he understands his own badness less and less. A moderately bad man knows he is not very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is all right. This is common sense, really. You understand sleep when you are awake, not while you are sleeping. You can see mistakes in arithmetic when your mind is working properly: while you are making them you cannot see them. You can understand the nature of drunkenness when you are sober, not when you are drunk. Good people know about both good and evil: bad people do not know about either.
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity  (via awelltraveledwoman)

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August 25th, 2014
That time you confused a lesson for a soulmate.
Dream Hampton (via floranymph)

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The sign of a beautiful person is that they always see beauty in others.
Omar Suleiman (via awelltraveledwoman)

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One of the most courageous decisions you will ever make is to finally let go of whatever is hurting your heart and soul.

Brigitte Nicole

oh this. 2014 goal

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Because fear kills everything. Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
Cornelia Funke   (via bribery)

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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via poetrythatdoesntsuck)

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Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is at hand.
There is a time and place for decaf coffee. Never and in the trash.