amrazing:

YES! ad in Hong Kong!
I plan to live out the rest of my life standing in the light of vulnerability and authenticity—and I will embrace anyone who courageously meets me there.
- Rachel Macy Stafford (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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edgesblurring:

misschrisdaae:

starkidkilljoy:

on a scale of “I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair” to “Cell Block Tango” how bad was your break up

"All I Ask of You Reprise"

shit

(via shelteredchild)

To be independent of public opinion is the first formal condition of achieving anything great.
- Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel  (via ablogwithaview)

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To live will be an awfully big adventure.
- Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie  (via pariswiwe)

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When I look up at the night sky, and I know that yes we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the universe is in us.
- Neal deGrasse Tyson (via wordsthat-speak)

(via wordsthat-speak)

somewhere
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

- (via wildeir)

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