After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
- Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn” (via oofpoetry)
"13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names"
- poems from my uncles grave (via truples)
(Source: irynka, via whoreney-as-fuck)
"To get over one addiction, you have to become addicted to something else."
- (via ckgarden)
(Source: afraidof-reality, via whoreney-as-fuck)
"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living."
- Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via cesarelucrezia)
(Source: larmoyante, via avoxology)
"No artist tolerates reality."
- Friedrich Nietzsche (via misselizabethbennets)
(Source: jodyphamdraws, via avoxology)