People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness.
(via sensitizes)

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)
bohemanic:

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prollyright:

napping together is my kind of date

passionnedenoir:

wallflowerbloom:

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)
You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word ‘shatter.’ I want to be with someone.
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via larmoyante)