Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be. — Matt Berninger (via aestheticintrovert)
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A Softer World: 1070
(the woods are just trees, and I am lost)
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rainy day playlist for puckishlove -
01. greg laswell - comes and goes
02. oren lavie - her morning elegance
03. the weepies - the world spins madly on
04. landon pigg - can’t let go
05. daughter - landfill
06. greg laswell - landline
07. passenger - what you’re thinking
08. gregory and the hawk - boats and birds
09. landon pigg - falling in love at a coffee shop
10. keaton henson - you don’t know how lucky you are
11. bright eyes - make a plan to love me
12. good old war - can’t go home
13. high highs - open season
SO MANY OF MY FAVORITES ARE ON HERE! OH MY GOODNESS! You are amazing! And I just…. that is awesome.
Andddddd it’s even raining here. (It might be freezing rain, but still!)
I’m super stoked.
I might cry.
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When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth. — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via justgoodvibes)
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All her life she had believed in something more, in the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds. It was the smell of oak trees on the summer evening she fell in love, and the way the dawn threw itself across the cow pond and turned the water to light. — Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child (via seabois)
I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me. — Nikos Kazantzakis (via talisman)
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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
I could be walking down the street one day, blasting Rihanna or Fleetwood Mac, jamming so hard that I don’t see the bus coming. I could be walking with a book in my hand, reading until the very end. I could be paying total and complete attention, imagine the impact before it arrives.
And I’d really, really rather not die with some confusing statement I said sitting in the phone or the thoughts or the memory of someone I know, care about, need.
I know how it is—we all want to be mysterious. None of us want to get hurt. None of us want to look desperate. So we wait to respond to texts, phone calls, emails, Facebook messages, Tweets. So we communicate our emotions in how we end our messages (no period this time? Really gonna get them.). So we say vague, half-statements and expect people to read our minds.
But what if we died?
What if the last thing you ever texted that girl was, “I don’t know, whenever,” when she asked when she should come over, even though you really really wanted to see her right now? What if you were head-over-heels in lust with some beautiful human in your Lit. class but you chose to wait 15 seconds before texting them back, only to never get the chance to text them at all?
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming. — Rachel C. Lewis (via gryphster)
Hers was an essence that pined for adventure and longed for a life sprinkled with magic. — Dreams and Shadows by C. Robert Cargill
Otter Must Have Had a Rough Day
Via Sometimes Zoo and Aquarium Views
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