mathiole:

there’s always a way out

mathiole:

there’s always a way out

(Source: floatwithme, via hellogiggles)

schmoyoho:

no jayrocking

schmoyoho:

no jayrocking

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From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via paintyhands)

paintyhands:

                              tu es un beau papillon, Bella <3
              You’re adding another color to your wings today, Di -
                GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FIRST DAY OF SHOOTING!

paintyhands:

                              tu es un beau papillon, Bella <3

              You’re adding another color to your wings today, Di -

                GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FIRST DAY OF SHOOTING!

felldowntherabbithole:

Somehow, I just had a conversation in my head that went very similarly to what I ended up writing down….so here you go.
Sitting here, me myself and I, having a tea….
Taking a little break from writing and work, a moment just for me.
While I might wish I did have this cup on the right, or one that was a pretty blue,
My white cup is fine, my white cup is sturdy and wants to be loved too. 
Thank you YM&amp;C for pointing my mind to Shel Silverstein today. Wonder if this little silly ditty is the kind of thing that would have made him smile. 
Happy Tuesday everyone!

felldowntherabbithole:

Somehow, I just had a conversation in my head that went very similarly to what I ended up writing down….so here you go.

Sitting here, me myself and I, having a tea….

Taking a little break from writing and work, a moment just for me.

While I might wish I did have this cup on the right, or one that was a pretty blue,

My white cup is fine, my white cup is sturdy and wants to be loved too. 

Thank you YM&C for pointing my mind to Shel Silverstein today. Wonder if this little silly ditty is the kind of thing that would have made him smile. 

Happy Tuesday everyone!

(via felldowntherabbithole-deactivat)

A polka-dot has the form of the sun, which is a symbol of the energy of the whole world and our living life, and also the form of the moon, which is calm. Round, soft, colorful, senseless and unknowing. Polka-dots become movement… Polka dots are a way to infinity.

Yayoi Kusama (via felldowntherabbithole)

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And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.

Nora Ephron, Heartburn (via paintyhands)