nymphetgarden:

Namaste means “my soul recognizes yours” not “I tripped really hard at a festival once and now I’m filled with the wisdom of the Earth”

Te quiero tanto. Tú lo sientes, ¿verdad? No está en las palabras, no tiene nada que ver con decirlo, con buscarle nombres. Dime que lo sientes, que no te lo explicas pero que lo sientes, ahora.
(via lecuestarespirar)
Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered—and I was delivered to you—to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.
Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via feellng)
He’d finally quit drinking. From now on, nothing but beer, wine or vodka.
(via magnificentruin)
The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.
Junot Díaz (via kamara)
Heaven exists.
It’s 7pm with your lips pressed against mine.
Hell exists.
It’s 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed.

Heaven and Hell (via bonebasket)

(Source: unpoeticheartbreak)

I am learning how to compromise the wild dream ideals and the necessary realities without such screaming pain.
Sylvia Plath - Journals 1953 (via iquotesylviaplath)