The Lost and Found

Just write.

“You wear strength so well, I forget that you have to take it off at the end of the day; still feeling the marks that it leaves on your soul.”

—   T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You  (via godmoves)

(Source: tblaberge, via shawtayyyyy)

“The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.”

—   Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

(Source: observando)

coachmelissag:

THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS!!!!!
Calories are not your enemy! You need them for ENERGY.  
You need them for FUEL.  
You need to have fuel/energy in order for your body to FUNCTION PROPERLY.  Don’t overdo it and end up eating 18,000 when you only need about 2,000 (an example, I’m not recommending calorie levels for any of you, so chill out lol) but EAT FOOD.  Don’t be afraid of calories.  Calories are energy.  Energy is what fuels your body to make it through the day, EVEN ON DAYS YOU DON’T WORK OUT.  
Eat.  EAT!!!

coachmelissag:

THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS!!!!!

Calories are not your enemy! You need them for ENERGY.  

You need them for FUEL.  

You need to have fuel/energy in order for your body to FUNCTION PROPERLY.  Don’t overdo it and end up eating 18,000 when you only need about 2,000 (an example, I’m not recommending calorie levels for any of you, so chill out lol) but EAT FOOD.  Don’t be afraid of calories.  Calories are energy.  Energy is what fuels your body to make it through the day, EVEN ON DAYS YOU DON’T WORK OUT.  

Eat.  EAT!!!

(via rebecaxvii)

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”

—   Langston Hughes

(Source: observando)

Hands for Holding

A quiet world,
alive and well with golden hues,
her stunning mist and crisp air

Blossoming buds, awakening life
in the birds and in the trees,
in the breath of light’s breeze

Revive to this life
and love, each anew always
endless are its possibilities

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”

—   John Greenleaf Whittier

(Source: observando)

“People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.”

—   Lemony Snicket

(Source: observando)

attaches:

I carry your heart with me 122/365 by alexis mire on Flickr.

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”

—   Jack Kerouac (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via langleav)

(Source: bookworldau, via teacoffeebooks)

I oftentimes have to remind myself that I’m at this place in my life where it’s okay to be a complete mess. I’m still trying to figure things out; I can’t be expected to get things right on the first go. If I do, that’d be a wonderful blessing that I’d be entirely grateful for. But I like to believe that the journey to the destination is just as important and edifying as the goal that I’m reaching for.

“I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.”

—   Walt Whitman (via bookoisseur)

(Source: vintageanchorbooks, via englishmajorinrepair)

observando:

Literary Art Hemingway Quote

O Captain, My Captain! -Walt Whitman

alittlebitofbritt:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

(via englishmajorinrepair)

July 28.

drowninggirlentries:

Driving home from your house just now, something changed, or clicked, or fell into place. I’m not sure how to describe it besides to tell you that I put my hair up, rolled down all my windows, blasted your playlist, and watched the city lights glimmer through the trees. 

It happened when I first saw them. Distant, but warm. Welcoming. 

And the lights, they reminded me of you and the way you untangled my hair from my glasses and how you’ve had an inexplicable craving for lemonade. And I felt optimistic, like we could be more than a sad story to tell and re-tell ourselves in twenty years when we’re feeling especially alone. 

God, I don’t know how lights can make me feel all of this. I mean, I suppose it’s not the lights. It’s you. 

(via drowninggirlentries-deactivated)