He is the kind of exquisite that illuminates lifetimes,
I am the kind of horrible that destroys what is mine.
How could someone like him love something like me,
when I am just a shipwreck, and he is the deep blue sea.
Nikita Gill, More Songs from the Sea (via untamedunwanted)


zodiacchic:

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Um mm yea this is accurate.

zodiacchic:

see more of this kinda stuff here

Um mm yea this is accurate.


I am enough. Screw you for making me believe otherwise.

(via lilylukin)


I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
Jonathan Carroll (via bon-za)

So true! I try and do this whenever I can. being consistently nice to strangers has a bigger effect on your own sense of self than you think.

(via thiswonderfulnonsense)


Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in the small things, because it is in them that your strength lies.
Mother Teresa  (via awelltraveledwoman)

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"The city looks so peaceful from up here."

"Anything is peaceful from one thousand three hundred and fifty three feet."

(via moritzstiefeldoesntdosadness)