...transitions.
That was how he felt safest. Revealing nothing. Whether they came at him with tenderness or subterfuge or knives.
The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (via petrichour)
nevver:

Hi postcards ok
I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another.
Jonathan Tropper   (via wethinkwedream)
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.
Billy, age 4 (via bambi-no)
depthsinme:

Personal blog that you will love!
connotativewords:

May 23, 2013
“Maybe I had said something that was wrong. Can I make it better with the lights turned on?”

connotativewords:

May 23, 2013

“Maybe I had said something that was wrong. Can I make it better with the lights turned on?”

The thing I love about you (ok, it’s one thing. one stone in a rock yard of things) is that you have this dream and you don’t let it deflate and stagnate like I do. You don’t lift your skirt and step over it to the petty, self-inflated demands of the day, like I do. You don’t keep it precious and shelved and preserved, like I do. Your thing is smoothed out in front of you, constantly, like a map of the battles you intend to wage by night. And win by daybreak.

We are here, because you are fearless. Because you consider nothing impossible. Because you show up, and work and stay the course and steady the ship and keep watch on the horizon, unsleeping. And whether dry land appears or not, you prepare for it as if it lies under the next swell. Because one day, it will lie under the next swell.