Posts filled under: love
A kiss is a lovely trick devised by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
— Ingrid Bergman
There's over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you're one of the few who's never EVER left anon hate in somebody's ask box.
I would never do that. I don’t see the point of it. If you dislike someone, don’t look at their blog! Tumblr is full of WAY too much cool undiscovered shit for me to waste my time trying to make a stranger feel bad. It especially irks me when I see anons calling girls fat. Wtf is wrong with you? You wouldn’t go up to someone in real life and do that, unless you were a total moron.
I’m too busy spreading non-anon love. I love every person I follow, I love every person that follows me, and I don’t get why people want to tear each other down. I’ve been almost dead. I wouldn’t wish that on ANYONE.
It’s much more rewarding to commit random acts of anon kindness, friends.
It is not the math
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
of you, but the poetry
it all seems to make.
it took me too long to realize that i don’t take good pictures cuz i have the kind of beauty that moves.
—Ani Difranco (via byebyewiththebathwater)
Wow, this really touched me.
(via losguantesverdes)
Forever reblog.
pediré la luna: perder la cabeza. ponemos en camino!
Lost & Found
I found myself
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
that if you stop
seeing something
beautiful in me
then I’ll stop
seeing it
too.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Krisha.
Wire sculptures by Gavin Worth. Absolutely masterful contours, here.
Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.
—I’ve more than likely posted this before.
Sufjan Stevens (via blua)
Love is a skill you learn. Like house-training a dog. Maybe a talent you do or do not build up. Like muscle. And if you can’t learn yourself to love blood family, then you’ll never truly love. Not nobody…If you don’t accept your folks for all their worst ways, no stranger can ever measure up.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Rant. (via fuckyeschuckpalahniuk)
