There will come a time, a day, a moment when words are not enough. When the letters hooking to other letters and tying themselves to each other, the trains of vowels and consonants chasing each other out of my mouth just won’t do justice to the avalanche that you’re struggling through. If this is…
I love when I sit alone in a room and the light explodes as it often does when the sun stops its hiding behind the cloud. Perhaps it’s not the dark that grows quieter but some lightness in me growing louder?
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”—Frida Kahlo (via girlwithoutwings)
“i thank you for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes”—e.e. cummings (via katriin)