seek with your soul, see with your heart
“May I burn the box of perception. May my love for myself overcome my fears. May the walls that lock me in & lock truth out crumble. May I refuse to be captured, enslaved by or attached to anything as I exchange expectations for the pure & undefiled moment. May I learn that the human experience is a mirror revealing my true reflection. May I have the courage to know myself, so that others can know me better.”

Jack is the love of my life.

15:02
14:57

“At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.” -Steve Maraboli

(Source: psych-quotes, via psych-quotes)

14:49

You once said if I ever decided to fall in love with you, you would show me how my heart worked. I laughed and told you I knew how it worked. I told you about aortas and ventricles and deoxygenated blood. You asked me how you could make a home in my heart. I said a blood transfusion. “No, no,” you said. “A home. In the chambers of your heart. In your lungs. In your very bones. In here.”

And you kissed me. And just like that you were in my mind, in my mouth, a resident of my body.

Over dinner, you introduced me to a new kind of anatomy. You told me your theory about how we measure the people in our lives based on how much space they occupy in our hearts.

“Did you know that our hearts can hold up to 280 cubic centimeters of blood? So, a few cubic centimeters for each of your friends, more for your family—”

“No, no,” you said. “Space.” As if your heart was as vast and infinite as the universe itself.

We talked until 2am, when the wine and exhaustion had finally caught up to us. You fell asleep next to me and slowly seeped into body, occupying a space that was unquantifiable.

You asked if I believed in God, or if a church was just a hollow promise. I responded by pulling a book from your bookshelf and asking you to smell it: the smell of the breakdown of cellulose and lignin. You asked if I believed in love and I told you about the chemicals oxytocin and serotonin.

One night, you asked about the stars and I tried to explain how even the darkest parts of the sky were filled with stars, but there hasn’t been enough time for their light to reach us. I tried to explain how everything around us—even our bodies—came from those stars. It was the most beautiful fact I knew.

"Was?" you asked.

"Until I met you."

“A Love Song for the Cosmos” (via typewriterdaily)
14:45 uglygirlsclub: don’t date anyone who doesn’t ask you about your childhood and why you are the way that you are

don’t date anyone who won’t work to understand and accept those things

(Source: uglygirlsclub, via somewhereinthisuniverse)

14:42 ladyjungle: I had almost convinced myself that our life together was well and truly over; I breathe a cathartic sigh of surrender to have my life back again.. but it only takes one sweet phone call to realise we’re still having conversations about where it all began.

I can’t be with or without you, baby. I only want what is within.

(Source: ladyjungle)

14:41

"You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free." -Thich Nhat Hanh

12:03 dead
12:02 "Deep in their roots, all flowers hold the light."
00:34 because it’s been a while
23:59 20aliens:

Safest postureby Jamies Wang
23:59 ploaix:

this hurts so much
23:59
23:58 fuckyeahmoleskines:

7.
Calm.
http://reallyboredgirl.tumblr.com
23:58 prettycolors:

#7d8778
23:56