i dream in colors that don't exist.

such a thing it is to know so much and yet know nothing at all.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

 Sylvia Plath (via feellng)

(via nobody-heard)

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

—Anne Lamott (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: jerfreyy, via dominicmatthew)

guy:

i don’t like your clothes take them off

(Source: guy, via g-iggle)

We forget we’re
mostly water
till the rain falls
and every atom
in our body
starts to go home.

—Albert Huffstickler, from We Forget (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via pylir)