“There are so many people reading these words now that if you put your hand against the screen, I can promise you, no matter what time it is, no matter where you are, someone else who feels the same is doing it too”
—via: I wrote this for you (via kari-shma)
June 2009
“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”
—Norman Cousins (via kari-shma)
I would make a fantastic gay guy.
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers… .
How did it go?
How did it go?
- I hope we never forget the language of the flowers…I think that the day that happens to me will be the day that my soul dies. Sometimes I wake up in cold sweats thinking about the possibility of forgetting this language. What if I wake up one day, and can’t remember why bark is beautiful, or why I want a floor made of clovers, or the simple joy of the subtle creaking sound that a swingset makes? What if, in growing older, at some point I am forced to “grow up?” The mere thought terrifies me, it plagues my dreams. So, this may serve as my prayer, my simple plea to the flowers: Never forget me, never stop talking to me and telling me all of your secrets. Because, without the language of the flowers…all that’s left is words.
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Girl - Across the Universe
“He who learns but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but does not learn is in great danger.”
—Confucius (via kari-shma)
“Everyone wants to be the sun that lights up your life. But I’d rather be your moon, so I can shine on you during your darkest hour when your sun isn’t around.”
—(via howmyheartbehaves) (via annajoy)
There should be a backspace button on life.
“Really great people make you feel that you, too, can become great.”
—Mark Twain (via kari-shma)
“It was love, I knew, and it tasted like champagne in my mind.”
—Neil Gaiman (via annajoy)
I hop onto a brick wall. Ducking under a low-hanging branch, I walk around. There is a bright yellow flower half hidden beneath a leaf. It’s a shy little friend, come to brighten my day. I climb up into the tree and am stopped by a spider web. Right in the crevice of a branch it lurks, half-broken, fighting to exist. In respect for it’s valiant spirit, I climb down.
Today I decided I’m never getting pregnant.
Ever.
Ever.
Ever.
