Lin, Shantaram (via suchaladybutimdancinlikeahoe)
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Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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Wedding photographer Wendi Riggens places babies in fairy tale worlds! I think you’ll be able to tell, but click each picture to see which stories are represented.
Source: http://wendiriggens.com/
I think if this was any cuter I would die
I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.
II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
Clementine von Radics, “All That’s Left To Tell” (via clementinevonradics)
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad, we’ll start talking again
You can tell me how vile I already know that I am
I’ll grow old, start acting my age
It’ll be a brand new day in a life that you hate
A crown of gold, a heart that’s harder than stone
And it hurts to hold on, but it’s missed when it’s goneCall me a safe bet, I’m betting I’m not
I’m glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forgetIf it makes you less sad, I’ll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I’ll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I’ll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It’s cold as a tomb, and it’s dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits, or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missedCall me a safe bet, I’m betting I’m not
I’m glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget
So you can forget, you can forgetYou are calm and reposed
Let your beauty unfold
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second-hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veinsCall me a safe bet, I’m betting I’m not
I’m glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget
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La Dispute // All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks
Tell your stories to me
Show your bruises
Let’s see what humanity is capable of handling.
Stephen Chbosky, “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” (via larmoyante)
REAL TALk
“I like to use profanity as a tool and not a crutch.”
word.
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