What do you See?
zowieee:

be aware

zowieee:

be aware

faeryhearts:

The winds that awakened the starsAre blowing through my blood.— Maid Quiet, by William Butler Yeats.

faeryhearts:

The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
— Maid Quiet, by William Butler Yeats.

docsgeneralamusements:

Because the Sun Never Sets on the Cool😎

docsgeneralamusements:

Because the Sun Never Sets on the Cool😎

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe (via tread-lightly-on-the-moon)

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of
meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for
your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without
moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can
dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own
soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty
everyday, and if you can source your life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and
still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the
moon, “YES!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the
children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else
falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly
like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, “The Invitation” (via teenager90s)

O.o stirring

(via jollyrogers777)
You are beautiful. Own it. Walk like your hips move mountains.
~ unknown (via starlitwayfinders)

Yessss

(via jollyrogers777)
andalittlecreamsoda:

“Alice came to a fork in the road. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ responded the Cheshire Cat. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the Cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.” [Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland]

andalittlecreamsoda:

“Alice came to a fork in the road. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked.
‘Where do you want to go?’ responded the Cheshire Cat.
‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered.
‘Then,’ said the Cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.”
[Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland]