You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way. — Elizabeth Taylor (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
(Source: sheilahwilson.com, via cohortor)
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.
(Source: qwyet, via cohortor)
napping together is my kind of date