Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories (via wordsnquotes)
Diphylleia grayi also known as the skeleton flower. The petals turn transparent with the rain.
Glass Animals - Gooey
The femininity of a women, the intimacy, the touch, the chills, the thrills, all drive me crazy! Every emotion on her sleeve, all white with a bright red heart: just to show you she’s giving you all of her. The sweet smell of a woman, is intoxicating. Her soft lips embrace your face like pillows at night. The curves of a woman drives me to a unknown place, I’m happy there. I love to hold on to her insecurities so tight until she’s secure in my arms. Everyone loves a women’s love, just like a mother’s love: unconditional. There’s simplicity in a women’s voice no man could ever seek or speak. She knows your body, because she knows her own, taking you to a place where you forget to exhale, because you’re busy inhaling her love too deeply. And yet, they try to tell you that’s not love, that’s not natural, when most heterosexuals can’t fathom a love as deep. Faking feelings for false emotions, until they clash, bash, crash and burn. But claim we fall to fast? I bet if we weren’t the same sex, we would’ve fell just right? Try falling in love without time or sight, doesn’t matter how you fall, only whose there to catch your falling flight… Not your book of control can control this uncontrollable love, neither will your bias manipulation master you call minister, because you see, God is happy for me, God put us together, religion and church undermines him. Love is love, don’t tell me love doesn’t win, trying to stop love from manifestation is the real sin.
Acknowledge your own faults before someone else has to bring it to your attention.
In less spiritual terms…
call yourself out on your own bullshit! ❞
Midnight Thoughts (I got lucky with you)
I wish all people thought this way.
Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers (via hqlines)