The Five Love Languages Are The Brushing Of Fingertips, Sarcasm, Exploring Magical Forests, Pizza, And

“And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.”

— Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition 

“The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.”

— Beau Taplin || the hours between.   (via exoticwild)

‘where is the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago’ an autobiography i’ll never write because i keep losing the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago.

Might fuck around and create a fantasy world in my mind to distract myself from the pressures of reality.

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“She is written in a foreign tongue.”

- Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

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How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land?

do yall ever get things stuck in your head like not lyrics or anything like that but just random phrases or strings of words pop up in your brain and just keep repeating themselves in weird order over n over

“Fall in love with ordinary. Fall in love with the everyday. Fall in love with brown eyes and small towns and a hand full of dandelions. Discover. Discover the crevices. Read the books that aren’t so popular, by little known authors who have a lot to offer. Listen to music that makes you think. Choose art that is buried in the corner of galleries, or on the street. Teach yourself to love the small things. The special but unnoticed things. Teach yourself how the ordinary is not so ordinary after all.”

— S. Zhao   (via blossomfully)

“Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees ...” ― Stevie Smith