what a beautiful mess.
Nature trails, writing, tea, pearls, flowers, water, picnics, oversized sweaters, unmade beds, big cities, my family and friends, photography, yoga, hugs, traveling, Disney, laughter, coffee, kissing, the beach, little kids, The South, teacups.
heruion:

parassite:

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pale here
closings:

untitled by mariahuseby on Flickr.
"If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as a Michael Angelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, ‘Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.’"
written by Martin Luther King Jr. (via hqlines)

(via willing-wanting-waiting)

resisted:

06 by yuki有紀o((>ω< ))o on Flickr.

The idea of being codependent is not my favorite. I am too free and too social to be held down. But this weekend I saw Eric for the first time in three weeks. And though he was clingy at times, I felt nice to have a hand to hold and to kiss again.

It hit me on his last few hours in town. We were at the movies and I realized just being with him was good enough. We didn’t have to be physical or doing something to entertain ourselves. I felt like I could just sit and hold his hand for the rest of my life and be content.

I miss him.

portraits-of-america:

     “I was raised in a Christian family, and I asked the minister one day, ‘How can Jesus save me?’ His reply to me was, ‘You shouldn’t be asking questions like that—you sound like a no-good-managed boy.’ I went home and said to my father, ‘You know, daddy, I’m going to leave the church and find out for myself if there is any such thing as God.’     “And what I found out is that there is a God. I’ve been shot at, I’ve been cut at, I’ve been knocked down, I’ve been stomped on, and I don’t have a scratch on me. A guy walked up to me one night, pulled out a gun and said, ‘Nigger, if you don’t get on your knees and beg me for your life, I’m gonna kill you right here on the spot.’ Something came over me and said: ‘This man is not God. You can talk your way out of this.’ So I did. Then I grabbed the gun, put it to his head and pulled the trigger to kill him—but it jammed. I looked at it and realized it was a pellet gun. I’m thankful that I don’t have that blood on my hands.     “I’ve learned over the years to be slow to anger and swift to knowledge. Life is good, and it’s too short to find yourself on the side of foolishness. I’ve learned to get up and leave if I spot trouble coming. There is enough trouble going on in the world—I don’t need more of it.”
Grateful for a giant breakfast with wonderful friends ☀️
fabulusly:

summer is ending soon.
sit in the backseat with your headphones on. 
it’s okay to be sad.
be content. 
get enough sleep. 
stay hydrated. stay chill. stay calm.
♡ 
songs:
fallingforyou //rain // the 1975 ♡  
only ones who know // rain // arctic monkeys ♡  
riot van // acoustic // arctic monkeys ♡ 
tomorrow // daughter ♡  
chocolate // acoustic + rain // the 1975 ♡  
smoke // daughter ♡  
kiss me // rain // ed sheeran ♡  
hot like fire // the xx ♡ 
fiction // the xx  ♡
the fault in our stars // troye sivan ♡ 
fix you // rain // coldplay ♡ 
wait // m83  ♡
listen here