And we just sat in the car.
Silence settled between us as my phone played the soundtrack for the night. Your head found a home on my shoulder, it couldn’t have been sweeter. You blew dust off of thoughts you had shelved just for moments like this; moments where you could be…you. But you soon drifted to sleep, as you always do. I continued to play the ambience, as I always do. I swear I’d freeze time just to have that a bit longer.

We long for this; intimacy. To be able to spill ourselves onto each other and lay in the proverbial mess we’ve made. Where words are more of an amenity than a necessity, and our energies speak on a cosmic stratum.

— "In(to us)cy", Dae Lee (Daeizm)

Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go.

— Mooji (via purplebuddhaproject)

Life is complex. Each one of us must make his own path through life. There are no self-help manuals, no formulas, no easy answers. The right road for one is the wrong road for another…The journey of life is not brightly lit, and it has no road signs. It is a rocky path through the wilderness.

— M. Scott Peck (via purplebuddhaproject)
chromatic-moon:


Detail of Rochefort’s Escape, by Édouard Manet.


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I feel nothing
or
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse.

— 2 am thoughts (via brokenboob)
fawley10:

yes on We Heart It.
asfree-as-myhair:

🌼🌻🌼
xojellyfishxo:

Sylvia Plath on We Heart It.
cinnamon-and-rubik:

By
http://cinnamon-and-rubik.tumblr.com/
peteyus:

x
paradise-is-goodvibes:

Mary147 on We Heart It.