Hi I'm Alex, 18, college student
God probably made you and said ‘Yes. She’s what I meant to do.’
Azra T., 5000letters  (via 5000letters)

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A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.
William G.T. Shedd (via hqlines)

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I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via flyingmind)

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For you, I’d steal the stars.
A Six Word Poem ( on how you deserve galaxies)

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You exist as something eternal and magically, miraculously, indescribably, unfathomably infinite. And it’s true right now. That’s the beautiful thing about living.
Jeff Goldblum (via mentalalchemy)

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You make me want to write poetry about you
Asked by Anonymous

Bonus points for proving it 

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via happy-absturz)

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Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.
Aristotle, from Politicsa (via tywin)

Victorian Garden

Victorian Garden

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I am fascinated by people who are themselves.
Phelps Schneider (via feellng)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via hellanne)

Wally Lamb, She’s Come Undone


Wally Lamb, She’s Come Undone