read.write.wander.
what is there to say. i'm nothing to write home about. i am a pawn trapped in the war, the smell right before it rains. i am just passing through this place; trying to leave my mark in an unmark-able world.

 

If you knew how much I thought of you, would you run from me? or fall in love with me. It’s as if I am torn between the thoughts of having you and the thoughts of losing you. They both terrify me, for I know that I am not good enough, but I am striving to be. All I ask is for patience, so that I may one day wake up and make the right choice; the choice of loving you well.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.

Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.

Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.

Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned

But good god,

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Michelle K., Do Not Teach Your Daughters to Be ‘Pretty’ (via creatingaquietmind)

Every day you’re alive, you can change the world. It could be for the better or for the worse. It can be big waves or small waves. The very fact that you’re alive and breathing and walking outside, going to class, whatever it is, you’re changing the world with each footstep. There’s a lot of weight to that.

Tim Foreman, Switchfoot (via thelegendof-switchfoot)

Sometimes people will see what I write and ask if I “need to talk”
I’m not crying out for help
I’m burying the body.

If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.

Stephen Fry (via observando)

tylerknott:

Alone I sit and alone I’ve been. 
Alone I feel while the storm rolls in. 
Alone I am and alone I’ll stay. 
Alone I’ll be ‘til you come back some day.

tylerknott:

Alone I sit and alone I’ve been.
Alone I feel while the storm rolls in.
Alone I am and alone I’ll stay.
Alone I’ll be ‘til you come back some day.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.

John Greenleaf Whittier (Maud Muller - Pamphlet)

(Source: realizes)

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.

Elizabeth Gilbert (via observando)

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

Henri Barbusse (via dieworten)

(Source: fleurstains)

Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.

Ray Bradbury (via observando)