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)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything)

She is braille.

I read her with my hands,
her body speaks to me.
I respond,

fluently.

— Jhavia Nicole (via perfect)

(Source: jnicoleadores)

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,
Signifying nothing.

— 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

the punishment.

— 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)

(Source: w4lrusss)

Comparison is an act of violence against the self.

—  Iyanla Vanzant (via thestufflifeismadeof)