I am eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, meets back to the future part II. Perpetual nostalgic moon goddess. Thinker with a writing problem. Reminisces. Does not understand currency, time zones or idiots. Quoter. Introvert. Sarcastic. Libran. Writes lists. Has cycles. Disbelieves sometimes. Smoker. Rarely finishes anything. Nameless. Faceless. Critical. Abuses words. Procrastinator. Dry humor with a hint of sarcasm. Rhythmic, serial fidgeter. Has no aim but enough goals. Recovering fiend of all sorts. Creaky knuckles. Watches. Sometimes silent for far too long. Aged hands. Misinterprets subtlety as lying. Usually found cross-legged with an eyebrow raised and a pen in hand. Writes down dreams. Fluctuates. Bluntly tactful. Meditates. Recycles. Rarely answers the phone. Cannot balance. Smiles instinctively. Aggressively defensive. Incorrect but comfortable posture. Indecipherable handwriting. Brittle. Capable. Moves instead of dances. Nomad. Squints. Fascinated. Studies words, astrology, people, symbols, eyes, tarot. Has a strange laugh. Unable to think of anything else that might be relevant. Carefully irresponsible. Wanders. Elaborates. Chews bottom lip. Very opinionated. Wastes time worrying about wasting time. Doesn't often know how to stop. Willing to try.. “Colors” My skin is kind of sort of brownish, pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I’m told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but it’s silver when it’s wet. And all of the colors I am inside have not been invented yet. - Shel Silverstein

I remember wishing I could be boiled like water
and made pure again.

— Jeffrey McDaniel. (via cherubin0)

I know nothing and my heart aches.

At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening.

Unknown (via psych-facts)
artschoolglasses:

Monet

You sleep in your hotels with four or five stars, I sleep here with four or five billion stars.

— A man whom I’ve met who lives in a tent in the mountains, talking about how his lifestyle is better than any hotel.  (via copeleyreilly)

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women, when they love, give everything.

— Oscar Wilde   (via thatkindofwoman)

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.

— Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via pureblyss)
neptunespresenttheclones:


high-rollin:

duchesssx:

desertmanian:


African American doctors attempting to save the life of a Klu Klux Klan member:
This photo left me speechless, this is what respect is. 

this is what grace is

oh….shit..

wow…

I never scroll pass this photo.. This is humanity, a lot of people can learn from this picture.

Why is it? Why are we all so tongue-tied and spellbound? Why do we perhaps live three streets off and yet never meet? Where is the intimacy? Where is the warmth? I think human beings are fundamentally crashed by a sense of their insignificance. I am perpetually overwhelmed by realizations of this kind. And nothing matters - nothing I say, feel, or think, truly makes a difference.

— Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via heroinista)

She deserves better, you say. I say: You’re a goddamn coward. What she deserves is an actual person she can connect with. She deserves you, or me or the entire world; she deserves someone achingly real and honest. She deserves a human being equally raw to pursue her and love her and, perhaps, destroy her emotionally, but she deserves all that as well. She doesn’t deserve anyone’s sugary fairytale. She deserves to float freely, with you, or me, or the world, into the very depths of her own psychosynthesis. She deserves to explore the meaning of the word "intimacy", with someone beside her that will care regardless. She fucking deserves all of it. So, pluck up the courage and be with her or leave her in peace but don’t you dare "sell" her your own "inadequacy" as a lie so that, again, you manage to comfort your conscience and eventually come to feel that you love her exactly because you’re letting her go. Because, darling, that’s bullshit. That’s only you own little self-created lie laying behind a much bigger lie; it’s not even properly concealed within itself, you fucking idiot.