woodfawn:

it takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before… to test your limits… to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

fanofthedoctor3:

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:

djko31:

andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:

GUYS I WAS SINGING IN THE SHOWER AND I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE IN THE BATHROOM ‘CAUSE IT’S A COMMUNAL BATHROOM AND WHEN I FINISHED AND SHUT OFF THE SHOWER PEOPLE FUCKING APPLAUDED 

I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND I NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK 

GUYS

I’m laughing more than I should…..

GUYS THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO GET ANY NOTES WHAT ARE YOU DOING 

GUYS

are you kidding this is hilarious

(via timetraveldean)

“But God is the God of the waves and the billows, and they are still His when they come over us; and again and again we have proved that the overwhelming thing does not overwhelm. Once more by His interposition deliverance came. We were cast down, but not destroyed.” 

(Source: proverbs31v25, via runnin-onfaith)

comeupkid415:

lolfactory:

The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.

This is one of the best things iv seen today
sktagg23:

Reblogging this in honor of Robin Williams. Please, if you are battling depression or suicidal thoughts, I desperately urge you to talk to someone. I will listen, and so will the people at this number.
"you spent the entire year mourning
enough now
I know you like your clothes and nails and coffee black but maybe add some red lipstick this time
maybe add some sugar
that swollen gray cloud has been hanging over your head long enough
it’s time to come back
slowly, if that’s what you need
but it’s time to come back
there’s nothing romantic about the ghosts baby
stop running your lips over the things that haunt you
let the past die
you could be so damn alive if you would just let the past die
"
Fortesa Latifi - let the past die (via madgirlf)

(via madgirlf)

"

The first time you kissed me,
his ghost crawled out of my throat.
The first time you kissed me,
her memory was lodged between your teeth.
I tasted it under my tongue the entire night
and she laughed in the next state over.

Being second is its own kind of first, except worse
because you’re the first after the first which means you’re
trying on a love that breathes like a natural disaster.
I press my lips to scars that are shaped like her
and a tree falls in my backyard. I find letters
in your bedside table in her handwriting
and the sun tries to swallow the moon.

The third night we are together, we drink wine
and I say his name in my sleep. You press your face
to the white porcelain of the toilet bowl
and throw up to the sound of shattering illusions.
You find a box full of bad poems about him
in my closet and steal a lighter from a convenience store.

On the fourth morning, there is snow on the ground.
You hold my hand as my words smolder
and I kiss your shaking fingers.
To ashes we return
because burning our love
is the only thing we know.

"
Fortesa Latifi - burning our love
(via madgirlf)

(via madgirlf)

"We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you."
Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes   (via 5000letters)

(Source: emotional-algebra, via 5000letters)

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