When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Henri Nouwen (via misswallflower)
HAKUNA MA’VODKA
― it means no memories, for the rest of the night  (via suchvodka)
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

Warsan Shire  (via kvtes)

yes.

(via gettingahealthybody)

amortizing:

everyone: are you okay
everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look confused
everyone: are you sick
me: IT’S MY FACE

Wasted are the days
where the skin beneath our clothes
doesn’t get to touch.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

(via tylerknott)

You take me by the hand, I question who I am

trvstno1:

No I’m not smiling at you I’m smiling at your dog don’t look at me

percypan:

THIS GUY JUST ASKED ME WHAT MY NAME WAS AND I DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT HE SAID SO I SAID 4:45

factota:

"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"

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