all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
|—||Rumi (via observando)|
napping together is my kind of date
|—||Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)|
|—||Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via larmoyante)|