You are still young, free…Do yourself a favor. Before it’s too late, without thinking too much about it first, pack a pillow and a blanket and see as much of the world as you can. You will not regret it. One day it will be too late. — Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake (via bookmania)
What am I thinking? Can u tell what emotion I display??
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear. — George Eliot
To guide someone
through the halls of hell
is not the same as love. — Gregory Orr, from “When Eurydice Saw Him”
from The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything. — Friedrich Nietzsche (via nicollecamille)
(Source: thelandlockedmariner, via philphys-deactivated20120616)
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. — Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via bookmania)
It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming. — Oscar Wilde (via philphys)
Sharing Poetry: Janine Alyssa Navarro, "Dance of the Last Phantoms" -
To what do these lungs demand?
These fingers sense a certain grave
With every shiver of your grotesque gaze
Paints patent traces of life and its vibes
The lipstick upon this weary cigarette
Sketches back to the soulless faces
And broken stories of song
Vibrant and floral salvation,
So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused. — Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (via philphys)
Brandon Morgan, the Marine in this photo, says of its viral popularity:
To everyone who has responded in a positive way. My partner and I want to say thank you. Dalan, the giant in the photo, can’t believe how many shares and likes we have gotten on this. We didn’t do this to get famous,or something like that we did this cause after 3 deployments and four years knowing each other, we finally told each other how we felt. As for the haters, let em hate…to quote Kat Williams, everyone needs haters, so let them hate. We are the happiest we have ever been and as for the whole PDA and kissing slash hugging in uniform…it was a homecoming, if the Sergeants Major, Captains, Majors, and Colonels around us didn’t care…then why do you care what these random people have to say?
Accept everything about yourself—I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end—no apologies, no regrets. — Clark Moustakas (via gaywrites)
I have always wondered who or what I was in my past life, or who or what I would want to be in another life if it was possible. The are so many possibilities to what it could be but my choice is supposedly the inevitable…
“The little Mermaid” has been and always will be my all time favorite classic as a kid. I have always wanted to be a mermaid. Yes, it might be a silly way to wanna be but if it was possible then I would find a way to be so cause I wouldn’t see it any other way. During the summer I am constantly around water and always pretend I’m on adventures in the water. Finding and searching that of which has yet to be found by the men and women of today. A wide nation in length and depth and the ending of possibilities. But of course this is just silly, childish imagination. Reality always eventually takes whole and leaves us to continue to dream and put off out wishes and dreams for another day.
If I could ever make this dream possible I would, but the dreams that are real should not be ignored by those who desire it in such ways as I do…