how the light
so that I
light my way
Sound and Silence
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
— The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger (via jane-gallagher)
She is braille.
I read her with my hands,
her body speaks to me.
— Jhavia Nicole (via perfect)
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via definitelydope)
Repeat after me:
I am not a problem
to be solved. Repeat after me:
I am worthy I am worthy I am
neither the mistake nor
— Sierra DeMulder (via ampersandrearasmussen)
I exist in two places,
here and where you are
— Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems (via larmoyante)
How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
— Leonard Cohen (via creatingaquietmind)
Comparison is an act of violence against the self.
— Iyanla Vanzant (via thestufflifeismadeof)