Let it go. Something beautiful wants to grow in its place.
iammyss (via wnq-writers)
Let it go. Something beautiful wants to grow in its place.
People tell you who they are, but we ignore it. Because we want them to be who we want them to be.
You don’t need to explain your dreams. They belong to you.
The heart is extremely fertile soil. Whatever is planted there, good or bad, will take root and grow.
You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that was better for you.
I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
You and I are essentially infinite choice-makers. In every moment of our existence, we are in that field of all possibilities where we have access to an infinity of choices.
a small truth:
you move me more in a moment than
the earth moves in a year.
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.