cowardsmistake:

Someone did it. Someone finally portrayed me perfectly in a single 6 second video.

(via humblebumble)

There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.
Irwin Shaw (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.
‎The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman’s love with no intention of loving her.
Bob Marley  (via foreverrtired)

(via andthenwejust)

I don’t care about losing people who don’t wanna be in my life anymore. I’ve lost people who meant the world to me and I’m still doing just fine.

misswallflower:

"We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be." - Patrick Rothfuss

A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.
Dave Barry (via timmysenpai)

(via langleav)

Learn the difference between a man who flatters you and a man who compliments you. A man who spends money on you and a man who invests in you. A man who views you as property and a man who views you properly. A man who lusts after you and a man who loves you.
Unknown (via sadpoetics)

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misswallflower:

American Girl in Italy (1951) by Ruth Orkin

The young woman pictured here is Ninalee Craig, who met and befriended photographer Ruth Orkin while travelling.

Story behind the photographs:

"Back in 1951, Craig was a carefree 23-year-old who spent more than six months making her way through France, Spain and Italy all by herself — something very few women did in the years following World War II.

In Italy she met another adventurous solo female traveler: Ruth Orkin, a 29-year-old photographer who came to Italy after completing an assignment in Israel.

An idea was hatched: They would head out together the next morning, wander around Florence and shoot pictures of what it was really like to travel alone as a young single woman.

From about 10 a.m. to noon the following day, Orkin shot photos of Craig - admiring statues, asking for directions, haggling at markets and flirting in cafes.

Orkin captured her famous “American Girl in Italy” photograph during those two hours of silliness and fun. Her contact sheets from that day reveal that she shot only two frames of that particular street scene.” x

How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts.
kmr (disastrous-heartache)

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grilledcheese4evr:

petalpunx:

stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love

This is the most important thing I have ever read.

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God doesn’t talk to me in an audible voice because God isn’t a human; He’s God. That makes sense to me because human beings are limited and God isn’t limited at all. He can communicate to us in any way He wants to anytime he wants to. Through flowers, other people, an uncomfortable sense, a feeling of joy, goose bumps, a newfound talent, or an appreciation we acquire over time. It doesn’t need to be a big mystical thing.

I haven’t seen a combination of tree limbs that looked like John the Baptist or a cloud formation resembling Jesus. Honestly, they look just like branches and clouds to me. But I do see the beauty in them and the beauty that’s everywhere, that God made for me and you. I especially see evidence of God in other people’s lives. What’s beautiful about them always looks an awful lot like God to me. I wonder if the people listening for voices or looking for cloud shapes miss the whisper of God’s creation, somehow thinking it’s a lesser form of communication, like a text message rather than a whole book on tape.

It could just be me, but in all of this and despite what feels like a handicap at times, I can almost read His lips inaudibly saying to me, “I love you this much.”

Bob Goff / Love Does (via yesdarlingido)

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