If you have come here expecting anything less than optimistic messages, you have subscribed to the wrong blog.
This is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom; who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world has slapped them in the face with its lack of light.
Andrea Gibson (via wethinkwedream)
hello please do this: drink a big glass of water and think about how important you are to the people in your life and then think about how in the years to come, you will meet many more people and you will become important to many more people. try to feel warm. then go to sleep. good night
You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own choices, your relationships, your jobs, your friends, where you live, what you studied in college, that you went to college at all… If that happens, you’re doing it right.
Ira Glass (via everybodyphoto)
If someone can prove me wrong and show me my mistake in any thought or action, I shall gladly change. I seek the truth, which never harmed anyone: the harm is to persist in one’s own self-deception and ignorance.
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (via sol-psych)
Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.
Miguel Ángel Ruiz (via hellanne)
“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.
Charles Bukowski (via agentlemenscoup)