But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via oscill8wildly)
You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.
Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring (via rebreathing)
Someone’s probably in love with you right now, even though you think you’re boring and stupid and smell bad most of the time, someone probably saw you last week and wiped their sweaty hands on the insides of their pockets and thought about how small your body gets under your clothing and about how you would look asleep in their bed
You playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightening about shrinking so that others won’t feel uncomfortable around you. As you let your own light shine, you indirectly give others permission to do the same.
Marianne Williamson (via perfect)
winnie the pooh. (via linds-sanity)