I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life.
Zelda Fitzgerald (via lovebot)

(via two--drifters)


ohmydisney:

Hold out for true love.

ohmydisney:

Hold out for true love.




theladyintweed:

Beautiful Libraries:

Chatsworth House, England. 



Can I live here, please?

theladyintweed:

Beautiful Libraries:

Chatsworth House, England. 

Can I live here, please?

(via turningpagebooks)


God knows the things you’re going through
And He knows how you’re hurting
You see He knows just how you’re heart
Has been broken in two
But He’s the God of the stars, of the sun and the sea
And He is your Father
You see He can calm the storm
And He’ll find some way to fix it for you
"He’ll Do It Again"-Shirley Caesar

As someone whose emotions run very deep and spread wide and who works in a career that centers around listening to kids talk about their feelings, I sometimes struggle with being able to put my own feelings in to words and express them in any sort of sensical or adequate way. Too often they come out only in tears or remain hidden in silence.


(via anditslove)


twloha:

“I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.” 
(Quote via John Green; Image via cliffedgeoftheworld)

twloha:

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.” 

(Quote via John Green; Image via cliffedgeoftheworld)


You have to stop believing that you need other people’s permission to be okay with yourself. That however you do or don’t align with what other people value determines your worth. That however the world does or doesn’t show you kindness is a direct reflection of how much you deserve it. You have to be kind to yourself. Even, and probably most especially, when it seems least deserved.