Wendy Cope, The Orange.

No one warns you about the amount of mourning in growth.

Té V. Smith, Releasing & Recieving (via wnq-anonymous)

Source.

J’ai toujours eu soif d’affection. J’aurais voulu au moins une fois dans ma vie recevoir de l’amour à satiété. Au point d’en être écœurée et d’en refuser davantage. Une seule fois, juste une seule fois.

Murakami, Haruki. La Ballade de L’Impossible. (via wordsnquotes)

Magic is essentially the higher understanding of nature.

Unknown (via landscape-photo-graphy)

Act like you’re blessed. Talk like you’re blessed. Walk like you’re blessed. Think like you’re blessed. Smile like you’re blessed. Dress like you’re blessed. Put actions behind your faith, and one day you will see it become a reality.

I gave my heart in soft surrender—

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “Truck-Garden Market-Day,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

“I came from the sea and to the sea / I would return, to be immersed in her story, / ever lost and everlasting.”

— Nina Cassian, from Life Sentence; “Evolution” (via seaymphea)

small things to add to a hand written letter:

a teabag of your favourite tea

heart shaped note with cute drawings

stickers on the outside of the letter, and inside

handmade paper doll

small print or postcard

a sketch or a little painting or a poem

glitter or sequins or pearls or buttons

small candies or bubblegum

cut out magazine pictures or articles

folded paper, like origami

textile like small ribbons or clothing patches

coins or flat things found in a souvenir shop

pressed flower or leaf

“June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via berthemorisot)