Assorted

May 24

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 residualrandomtarian)   Erin Lawlor/Huile sur toile, 2011

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 residualrandomtarian)

 

Erin Lawlor/Huile sur toile, 2011

(via thesweetestspots)

May 23

Reblogged from Zsa Zsa Bellagio

Reblogged from Zsa Zsa Bellagio

May 22

People always say that when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more. -Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care  (via life-is-magic)

People always say that when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

-Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care  (via life-is-magic)

(via caughtupinsomebusyday)

May 21

i thank You God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes -e. e. Cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

-e. e. Cummings

(Source: lalulutres, via lisahewitt)

May 20

Back to Work

Back to Work

(Source: theorphansarms, via nevver)

May 19

(Source: you-are-another-me, via sweetlysurreal)

May 17

You are under no obligation to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago. (via oh je veux ta revanche!)

You are under no obligation to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago.

(via oh je veux ta revanche!)

(via lisahewitt)

May 15

Ghost I had drinks with the ghost of an old friend last night He died in a tragic drowning, thick and slow His face reminded me of my own death He tried to be ok and make polite conversation while his eyes cried out in pain and fear and confusion, oh the confusion, I remember it! I had so much I wanted to tell him about this place where he has landed I wanted to tell him that he would feel better and there would be hope again but his ears are still too full of his own death He couldn’t hear my words or feel my touch He has a guide, he will be ok Someone to hold him up when he can’t stand on his own And he will learn to walk and talk as a ghost Floating from room to room until his chains grow lighter Still with him, they will grow Light enough that he will fly again -SL

Ghost

I had drinks with the ghost of an old friend last night
He died in a tragic drowning, thick and slow
His face reminded me of my own death
He tried to be ok and make polite conversation
while his eyes cried out in pain and fear
and confusion, oh the confusion, I remember it!

I had so much I wanted to tell him
about this place where he has landed
I wanted to tell him that he would feel better
and there would be hope again
but his ears are still too full of his own death
He couldn’t hear my words or feel my touch

He has a guide, he will be ok
Someone to hold him up when he can’t stand on his own
And he will learn to walk and talk as a ghost
Floating from room to room until his chains grow lighter
Still with him, they will grow
Light enough that he will fly again

-SL

(Source: myinnerlandscape)

May 13

Mama used to roll her hair Back before the central air We’d sit outside and watch the stars at night She’d tell me to make a wish I’d wish we both could fly Don’t think she’s seen the sky Since we got the satellite dish -James McMurtry, Levelland

Mama used to roll her hair
Back before the central air
We’d sit outside and watch the stars at night
She’d tell me to make a wish
I’d wish we both could fly
Don’t think she’s seen the sky
Since we got the satellite dish

-James McMurtry, Levelland

(via everypictureisastory)

May 12

(Source: nevver)