A menagerie of daydreams and reveries.


 42225 19th April 2014
Noah And The Whale
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Hold My Hand As I'm Lowered

"Maybe it isn’t about having all the answers. When
things get hard, maybe we aren’t being patronized–
maybe sometimes we just need to be told to remember
to slow down. So step in the dew of the morning grass
with bare feet and remember what it’s like to feel something.
Sip on your coffee with a little too much sugar, and forgive
yourself. Be late to a meeting without speeding, and
forgive yourself. Maybe we’re twenty something and our
hearts falter when you ask us about where we’re going. Maybe
we’re twenty something and our hands shake when you ask
us about who we’re loving. Maybe none of ‘what matters,’
matters. The tests we failed and the boys and girls that never
liked us back, the jobs we won’t get and the boys and girls who
will never like us back; the bad drivers, the bullies, the broken
faucets and pens with fading ink, the gendered magazines and
the bank account decorated with $24.56. What about us?
What about new freckles and shy smiles? Cats stretching off beds
and fresh rain in April? When did we forget to love everything?
When did we forget to love ourselves? Because just maybe it’s
about this. Just maybe, it’s about now. What about now?"

   ~   just maybe we’re straining in all the wrong directions,
valentina thompson (via theseoverusedwords)

(via curiouscoconut)

"Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good."

   ~   (via mined)

(via sleepytrees)

 75510 18th April 2014

The Blue Arch of a Mosque in EsfahanPhoto and caption by Tandis KhodadadianPhotographed April 2013, Esfahan, Iran
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