Afterall its these little things that make you YOU @:)
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.
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Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1920-1923
(via larmoyante) |
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via allbrightandbeautiful) |
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, “thank you,” that would suffice. ~Meister Eckhart
You know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon…everything’s different.
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| — | Bill Watterson, Calvin & Hobbes (via crashinglybeautiful) |
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
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| — | Neil Gaiman (via larmoyante) |
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.
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| — | Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1920-1923 (via poeticallibra) |
theartofanimation: Marilena Mexi
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
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| — | Neil Gaiman (via cybergirlfriend) |
