Criticizing is easy, loving is difficult.

small town, big dreams.

Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.

—C. JoyBell C. (via hqlines)


(via kushandwizdom)

But you were in the habit of playing songs over and over again until you wanted nothing to do with them and maybe that’s why you don’t call me anymore

—You said my voice was your favorite song (via extrasad)

(via -surge)

The way she cried wasn’t fancy, It held no charm. It illuminated every trace of beauty in her, it wasn’t poetic as in the way they tell us in books and show us in movies. It’s not rain drops twinkling out of a distant cloudy sky, it was rather a mixture of water and soil. It was mud, dirty, messy and slippery. I’d look away if I hadn’t loved her,but I do look, blankly without doing anything. I hate mud! But then the magic comes and with her I know it always would. The way she dries up pulling her cracked face into a bend smile that crowds all her features enough for her eyes to sink back to her soul. That was weirdly beautiful. A wizardly smile and all of a sudden, just like that, I am in-love with mud. wanting to watch that all over again.

—Nada Fallatah (via observando)

meorzo:

The autumn is quiet and sunny. The autumn is all-forgiving. Autumn brings deliverance, and reveals all the secrets. It’s time to throw out the trash, to unravel the tangles, to store things and feelings for the wintertime. It is the time of self-love and peace. Autumn loves us more than we do. Every year she wraps us with her quietly rustling blanket, braids our hair in pigtails with wheat and flowers, heals our wounds smiling with the last rays of the sun. This fall has taught me to appreciate the time and listen to my heart. Thank you ♥

meorzo:

The autumn is quiet and sunny. The autumn is all-forgiving. Autumn brings deliverance, and reveals all the secrets. It’s time to throw out the trash, to unravel the tangles, to store things and feelings for the wintertime. It is the time of self-love and peace. Autumn loves us more than we do. Every year she wraps us with her quietly rustling blanket, braids our hair in pigtails with wheat and flowers, heals our wounds smiling with the last rays of the sun. This fall has taught me to appreciate the time and listen to my heart. Thank you ♥

(via mossytoez)

drewwilsonphoto:

You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.

drewwilsonphoto:

You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.

(Source: drewwilsonphoto, via mossytoez)

hellyeahjustlikethat:

'They say everything happens for a reason, you can be flawed enough but perfect for a person' ..

hellyeahjustlikethat:

'They say everything happens for a reason, you can be flawed enough but perfect for a person' ..